"...oh." the man replied... before pausing. "Oh..." he repeated, as the gears turned. "Oh!" he then exclaimed, having put all the pieces together, that horse finally crossing the finish line.

"Oh, I... I see." he said, looking at her once more. "I... well... yes, yes you WOULD know what I've gone through." he said further. "...and odds are everything you listed is from personal experience, or some form of it." he then mumbled.

"Well, then we can at least relate on what it's like to be feared and loathed, and treated as a plague." he lamented.

"...which is sad, really." he went on.

"A gorgeous young lady such as yourself should never be subjected to anything akin to that." he said further, slipping in a compliment, whether intentional or unintentional.

"You're surviving, though. And seeing as you killed that Basilisk Tiger, you seem to be more than capable of handling yourself in most given situations."

The man paused when he heard her offer, and looked at her.

"...go back with you?" he asked.

"Are you certain?" he asked her, before pausing again.

"Well... most of the reasons one could use to dissuade you would be null and void, anyway." he commented. "Who and what I am won't matter, as you've suffered the slings and arrows that come from that stigma as well." he reasoned. "I'd ask if you trusted me enough, but it seems you do... and I've done nothing to say I can't be trusted, nor do I wish to put that impression forward." he went on.

"...which is to say, I promise I AM trustworthy." he clarified.

"I suppose the only real question is... if you feel I would be a burden or not." he then said further.

"Or, rather, would your mother think me as one?"

He just laughed about the grandchildren comment.

"Well, it'll be the first time in my life a woman will be hassling me TO give her grandchildren with her daughter, and not demanding I stay away, lest she kill me." he told her, before heaving a small sigh.

"And... oh?" he asked.

"What you do?" he asked her. "What's that?" he inquired.

"I assume it either has something to do with being in this location, or the beast you just slayed." he then commented.

"But care to give specifics?"

He just smiled.

"Do what you love, and you'll live a full life." he told her.

"Maybe not long, but a life not enjoyed, is a life wasted." he continued, before making his way to one of the windows, looking out into the distance, and sighing quietly.

"I'll come with you." he said.

"I can't stay here. And I don't know where I would go next, anyway." he admitted.

"So I got nothing to lose at this point." he shrugged.

"You need any sort of trophy from that tiger or anything?" he asked.

He raised an eyebrow when she said this.

"Quite knowledgeable." he commented.

"I'll go get one." he told her.

"Anything else?" he asked. "To which, I mean, anything YOU want from it?" he asked her.

"You have to bring back one of its teeth, yes, but what about for you, personally?" he asked further. "After all, taking that down on your own is quite a feat." he reasoned.

"You the sort of have a victory trophy from things like that?"

"Got it." he replied.

"Be right back." he told her, before disappearing in a light red translucent bubble of what looked like water.

About 5 minutes later, he was back, and his hands were full. She saw the tooth she needed... and it was a BIG one... but she also saw that he had all of the creature's claws on him as well.

"...." he was silent as she looked at them, before chuckling.

"Force of habit." he said.

"Because of my lifestyle, I've learned to make weapons." he told her. "Crude ones, but still." he went on. "These claws would attach nicely to gloves for more effective hand-to-hand combat." he reasoned.

"Well, whomever taught you was smart." he told her. "This world is cruel and unforgiving if you happen to have a bad dice roll on your birth." he lamented. "Being able to get out of any situation is invaluable." he went on.

"And given that you were able to take that beast down, then you were taught quite well." he continued, putting the claws in a small cloth bag he had.

"I'm always looking for help for... well... anything." he then sighed.

"But very few people are willing to give me a second glance." he admitted.

"Regardless, we should have time before people start coming back to this area. They might have heard the commotion and some might be curious enough to see what's happened, but it will be at least another hour or so before some serious numbers come in, after hearing about the death of that thing." he reasoned.

"And since you're the one that knows where we'd be going, it's probably best if you're the one doing the teleporting." he added at the end.

The man paused and thought for a moment.

"Some." he replied.

"I'm rusty on... well... Asian languages." he told her. "Chinese, Japanese, and Korean. Don't... know a lick of them." he mumbled. "English is my native, obviously, and I'm fluent in Spanish, French, and Welsh." he continued. "Everything else I know well enough to... pass." he said further. "I can get by enough to let people know I can't speak the language properly, but can get key info if I need it." he went on.

"....and I just realised I never introduced myself." he then said, her last question hitting him.

"I'm Julien." he told her.

"Julien Wolfe" he formally introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you too, Miss Fyrane." Julien responded.

He then looked around, and heaved a heavy sigh.

"One second." he told her.

He then grabbed the bag of claws and set it down on a small table that was nearby. He went around the place, checking around, and ultimately just grabbed some old leather, some shears, and some sewing supplies. Everything else he threw into a pile, and shoved into a corner... which amounted to nothing more than scraps of clothing that had been worn down to shreds, a crude cup, and cracked and dirty plates.

He took his sewing and leatherworking supplies, and put them in a larger sack, as well as the bag of claws, and looked at her.

"Okay." he said.

"I'm ready." he confirmed.

"I have everything that might be of use to me, or that's worth taking." he told her further. "Everything else I just... used, because it was here when I moved into this area of town."

"I know, but it was the best I could do." Julien responded.

"And whether it changes for the better, or for the worse, at least it'll be change." he told her. "I'd rather things change than grow stagnant." he continued. "...despite my living here for a while." he then mumbled.

"Anyway." he said further, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"I cam handle heat." he assured her, extending his own hand and grabbing hers.

"I'm ready." he said.

"Let's go."