Entering the Chronoscape

While he was, quite literally, set out of his own time and place the warrior was content to make himself useful. Taking directions from Alistair, and more often Rose, was simpler for the moment. Offering him an anchor in the strange land, and working to the pair's specifications, though strict, made him far more comfortable in the unknown. His time, primarily, was spent in the stables. The dark and the presence of primarily ungulate 'dragons' he was coming to learn about familiar enough to let him work with them. Tacking the dragons up, caring for hooves, and occasionally crafting armor or the like as he recovered. He almost always felt the presence of Luci or Slipnir's companions, but it didn't actually bother the stryzga. If anything it simply made him work harder, too accostomed to eyes on him to be perturbed. Even hostile scrutiny wasn't new to the warrior, and he snorted at the daily arrival of the companion. "Good mornin'?" he greeted, Barely pausing as he turned the metal plate he was working on over, a frown for the state of it. "What are these children of yours doing to these?" he asked, bewildered, but only flipped the plate over and scrubbed at it with renewed vigor. Every junction had been rusted out somehow, "These kids are on something I swear, seems to be coming out though...." he admitted after a moment, it could move again, and was at least less red now. He shook his head and handed it over, smirking as the companion dipped almost a foot under the weight of the elaborate tack. Not quite thick enough to be armor, but the concept lingered. He smiled for the grumbling of the companion, but retrieved the armor. "Here, lighten your mood, kiddo." he ammended, reaching across himself and retrieving an actual set of armor, just the little thing's size. Fitting it to him swiftly, but not fully tying it down so the companion could wriggle out if he wanted, or stow it away for later.

He was getting used to the arrangement, and it seemed, at least for present, Alistair was pleased with it as well. He had the wasn't as if he couldn't do twice as much as the local abrendese as a rule. Not that he was showing the fact off to any grand degree. He wasn't stupid by any means, despite the facade he still put on for the present. Learning all he could before he tipped his hand too far.