Words, Words, Words (Open)

Isla was surprised at the Goblin's remorse. Or maybe he just didn't want to risk losing his Gobgummie over a king's fickleness. And then, the king's lenience came as a sigh of relief. "Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness." He bowed his head in respect, and returned his ink to the parcel. He was quick to leave before the winds changed.

"Gentle Passenger,
Open a passage forthwith,
To our journey's end.

This time, the ink glowed the familar amber and enveloped the sheet it rested on, tearing itself out and expanding to become a large door that looked like then parchment. It opened up to reveal a division in space that connected to the entrance of the valley leading to Firebloom (see: the Flea and the Acrobat).

"We'll take it away from here. We were hoping to leave soon anyway. Isla looked at Sezrix and tried to copy the imp's previous affirmation, attempting a cheery (but honestly somehow pathetic and gloomy) thumbs-up.

Sezrix rose from his kneel, and tried to explain. "W-Wheelbox was really heavy, and Gummi is stronger than Gobbie, so..." He didn't finish. The explanation could have been so straightforward, but having realized his error must have put him off, as he fumbled with his words and couldn't even maintain eye contact through his goggles. That said, he never made much an effort in that regard anyway, but the fact remained.

He soon climbed back into the machine, which picked up the wagon of scrap once again. "Oh, if Gummi can't come back... does that mean Gobbie is banned from Wall City too? Gobbie wanted to buy things..." As much as he didn't understand this place, it was clearly a good resource for things like metal, as the human had demonstrated for him. "Gobbie saw that uplanders liked junk rocks, and had things gobbiefriends would want," he explained further. Still, if the bandits were to insist that he never return, he wouldn't dare endanger himself by disobeying. After all, very few of the people here had weapons and armor, but those who did seemed like capable fighters. Then again, Sezrix could probably make better if he wanted, but such thoughts could wait.

It was then that, all of a sudden a page arose from Isla's book, quickly growing and reforming into some sort of tear. The goblin stared out the side of his machine at the rift the human had so nonchalantly summoned. Just what sort of craftsman was this 'Isla', who could weave... whatever that was so quickly? Sezrix made a mental note to ask for the schematics later.

There was a nervous scratch at the back of his head, to which Gwain just laughed it off. He was never good at all the formalities that came with his title. Even after twenty years, the man still had his young age at heart. Maybe no longer reckless and a playboy, but he was still the young guy who never took things anymore serious than need be.

Which is why when it came to the goblin who probably went by the name of, Gobbie, asked if he was banned from Radiant Garden, the king just shook his head. He grinned ear to ear. "You're still welcomed here, just don't cause anymore trouble. The next time you need help moving things, ask anyone who is around. People here support one another, because after all, a strong community is one that supports those involved, am I right?" The man asked, smiling down towards the goblin, before turning that smile over to the impoverished male.

Seems like he had a bit of magic that reminded him of his littlest sister, Celia. A momentary distraction and welcomed one at that, had him wonder about how the rest of his family was doing. Besides his wife and children, who he saw quite often, the rest of the Darkson's had pretty much scattered themselves over the years. While it was a bit saddening, he knew it was necessary for everyone to bring out the fullest, in their limited time in this universe.

Gwain shook his head out and gave his attention back over to the goblin. "So yeah, you two are welcomed here whenever. We appreciate the commerce and business, not the destruction." He laughed before waving his hand towards the guards, who then dispersed quickly.

Before they knew it, people flooded back into the Market District almost immediately.

As the chaos began to pick up again, Isla called over to Sezrix. "This portal will lead us to Firebloom's entrance." He moved to get closer to his gob-friend and awaited his movement to 'lead-the-way'. What a strangely exciting day.

He looked over to the fallen angel, now devoid of life, inanimate. It was so beautiful.

Thankfully, this particular human was rather forgiving, and Sezrix gave a few cheery hops in his seat to express his feeling. "Dirtfighter is very generous!" he observed, directing the Gummi over to the 'portal', as Isla had called it. He stood up in the cockpit, peeking over a pipe to face the uplander who'd spared them punishment. The goblin called to him. "Gobbiefriends will ba back for more metal on otherday!"

With not a word more, nor any explanation as to when 'otherday' may be, Sezrix brought the machine forward, marching into the doorway with no hesitation...

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The outer canyon was just as Sezrix had left it. A massive crack was open in the otherwise solid wall of stone, which wound away toward an adjacent area. Behind him, the backs of some of the tallest steeples of Radiant Garden could be seen over the horizon, far in the distance. "That was worst trip ever," he lamented. "Found lots of metal for rocksteel, but couldn't find upleader... Oh well. Gobbie can be sadface sometime farsoon." He abandoned his ironic lamentation, setting the Gummi into another walk cycle and beginning his trek back through the stone path.

While Sezrix found himself at Firebloom, Isla would never arrive through the tear. His journey's end was elsewhere and not of his own choosing. As soon as the goblin moved through the tear, it would collapse into nothingness, the scribe missing the beautiful spectacle that was the City.

There was no response. Upon taking an extensive look around, Sezrix discovered that there was no human either, and that the strange doorway had disappeared as well. No matter where his eyes traveled, there wasn't a trace of either. "Psshhh..." Sezrix let out a little bit of audible frustration. And here he was looking forward to taking on an apprentice of sorts! Stupid window, randomly splitting him from his new friends. He stewed over these thoughts as he set the machine's walk cycle back into motion...

Sezrix Buildabunch has left the area. (Moving to Radiant Garden: Camp Firebloom)