[Cupping his chin, lost in thought, he nods just enough to give the impression he's listening. The planning for a meet up is of no dire consequence, and once he's given enough free time, it'll be no matter.

More over, he's left to contemplate the Yamask left in his care. Primarily because of its likeness to him and his, but so too is it rare. Whoever chose that particular beast for him certainly knew more than he'd like. Or it was entirely random chance, and even as an Ascian, beings known for sowing the seeds of chaos, he's well aware that chaos is not much more than carefully cultivated and planned mayhem.

Without a doubt, this was purposeful.]

Interesting. Right then, keep me updated on your arrival to Goldenrod. While I have designs to go elsewhere, I am in no rush at all.