Ringel waves a very enthusiastic goodbye to Henrick with one hand, while holding onto her second serving (that really is some pie!) with the other, balancing her ranseur in the crook of an elbow and trying to walk backwards at the same time. No need to be so gloomy about it, Kinght Novalis! she tries to console the ascetic in the meantime and between bites. Woodsfolk can be on the odd side, maybe you were too… You. I mean, did you perhaps recite weird poetry for him? I did that once, thought that guy was a druid and into chanty things. Wasn't and wasn't; it's a good thing I run faster than most dogs. she chuckles finally turning around to actually face the road ahead.