Connor furrowed his brow at the strange little thing floating he had been speaking with. The last thing he'd remembered before waking up in this world, clad in a strange set of armor and a spear by his side.
"I understand that this world is not my own." He'd been working to keep his tone patient, but the urgency was beginning to burn through his words. He had to get back, the Homestead was likely to be in danger from the Templars after his defeat on Lee and it was his burden to make sure that his wrath hadn't endangered those who put trust in him.
He'd already failed in that once. The moogle, failing to notice his discomfort flew around him and gently pushed at his shoulder.
"We should get going, kupo! We've got a lot more Heroes to meet."
Stubbornly, Connor did not budge at the pressure at his back and sighed.
"I am asking how to get back to my own world. You should give me an answer, creature."
4
Splayed on the ground after being thrown from his mount, Connor assessed his situation and wondered what the penalty for 'losing' a chocobo was. Kanen, his moogle, was little help at the moment - laughing at the predicament the silly bird was posing.
He'd caught the beast after following it's trail for a few hours, cleverly dropping onto it from the top of a small hill. To his great luck, the chocobo was friendly and he managed to ride for several miles before wanting to play.
"I don't have time for this." Connor grumbled as he got to his feet, the chocobo fluffing it's feathers. As quick as the assassin was, the beast was far more spry at the moment and dodged out of arms reach with a great 'WARK!'.
Connor Kenway | Assassin's Creed III | 1/4
Connor furrowed his brow at the strange little thing floating he had been speaking with. The last thing he'd remembered before waking up in this world, clad in a strange set of armor and a spear by his side.
"I understand that this world is not my own." He'd been working to keep his tone patient, but the urgency was beginning to burn through his words. He had to get back, the Homestead was likely to be in danger from the Templars after his defeat on Lee and it was his burden to make sure that his wrath hadn't endangered those who put trust in him.
He'd already failed in that once. The moogle, failing to notice his discomfort flew around him and gently pushed at his shoulder.
"We should get going, kupo! We've got a lot more Heroes to meet."
Stubbornly, Connor did not budge at the pressure at his back and sighed.
"I am asking how to get back to my own world. You should give me an answer, creature."
4
Splayed on the ground after being thrown from his mount, Connor assessed his situation and wondered what the penalty for 'losing' a chocobo was. Kanen, his moogle, was little help at the moment - laughing at the predicament the silly bird was posing.
He'd caught the beast after following it's trail for a few hours, cleverly dropping onto it from the top of a small hill. To his great luck, the chocobo was friendly and he managed to ride for several miles before wanting to play.
"I don't have time for this." Connor grumbled as he got to his feet, the chocobo fluffing it's feathers. As quick as the assassin was, the beast was far more spry at the moment and dodged out of arms reach with a great 'WARK!'.