[ he gladly takes the hand, waiting for her to lead him towards her humble abode. Would there be clothes flung in every corner or draped across the furniture? Or, would the rooms be cleaned perfection? He rather thought Lottie would tend towards the former. She showed a good game, but she liked things rough. ]

Ah... but would he do them at all if he were without his friends and loyal companions? We shouldn't let him fade away to nothing if we can. You would help him, wouldn't you?

[ He still remembers her fierce loyalty towards Oswald, her Glen. Such abuse was not easily forgotten. ]