'Breath, calm down. They don't need to know you are angry. Fauntleroy especially, the last thing you want is another argument. Think of what Lander would say. Be the gentle stream. Calm.' The thoughts help him relax a little from seeing the marks on the door and he slowly and quietly climbs the stairs. Looking around he notices what Ismark meant about the place being untidy but if his house were beset by monsters he would likely not be bothered dusting either. Carwyn smiles a little to himself, he hadn't thought about a house of his own for a while. For years it had just been the road and then the adventures and now this nightmare.
He walks into the room and sees that they are busy translating the journal, best not to disturb them more than he had already then. He sets his shield and pack quietly down in the corner. Moving up to Ismark he lays a hand gently on the man's shoulder and gives it the slightest of squeeze as he leans in to talk quietly. "I'll not bother you too much when you are working on things. The Professor is a genius so I'm sure she has this one in hand. Is there anything I can do in the meantime, anything I can help with?" He gives the other man a smile, despite Fauntleroy's dour aura he did enjoy spending time with Ismark. "I don't want to feel like a burden on you."
He walks into the room and sees that they are busy translating the journal, best not to disturb them more than he had already then. He sets his shield and pack quietly down in the corner. Moving up to Ismark he lays a hand gently on the man's shoulder and gives it the slightest of squeeze as he leans in to talk quietly. "I'll not bother you too much when you are working on things. The Professor is a genius so I'm sure she has this one in hand. Is there anything I can do in the meantime, anything I can help with?" He gives the other man a smile, despite Fauntleroy's dour aura he did enjoy spending time with Ismark. "I don't want to feel like a burden on you."