Danny had been on the road for some time until Dimitri and Sakuya had picked him up on the road to Nicolo's estate. When they asked him why he hadn't arrived yet, he tried to explain the chain of events that led to his loss of direction. How he let his instinct get the better of him and began to chase the goddamn pigeon that had crapped on him, then some how he pissed of a stray dog and its pack, and he still wasn't sure how the role players got involved in the whole affair. So after that, he decided to fall asleep, so to prevent further prodding.
It had been some time since he had had a good rest, and is mind drifted to happier days. In his dream, the professor was teaching him how to read. The patience of that man was truly great, considering how bad of a pupil he had been early on. Seeing the professor's face again, smiling, had soothed him some many time. His mind drifted further into the realm of sleep.
At some point they must have arrived since he heard Dimitri talking to an intercom. Stretching, Danny sat back on the seat, and transformed again into his human version. Still a bit groggy, he followed Sakuya and Dimitri to Nicolo's study.
After Dimitri introduced himself, Danny said" Name's Daniel Connors Thompson. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Nicolo."
He was going to say more but Sakuya entered into her business mode and cut him off. So he looked around for a chair to sit down when he saw the young man there.
"Good, we may have help for this task. White hair and green eyes, what an unusual combination. Then again mine fall under that description too.", Though Danny to himself.
Mastery of magic is when telling time means telling time what to do.
In Honor of a true warrior: Quotes from Dinobot
Quickstrike: [gloating and tauntingly] So, what's a warrior without weapons, eh?
Dinobot: A warrior still! [Punches Quickstrike twice, then throws him so he lands on his head, knocking him out]
- Honor does not need to be won, but it must never be lost.
- The question that once haunted my being's been answered. The future is not fixed. My choices are my own. And yet... how ironic. For I now find that I have no choice at all. I am a warrior. Let the battle be joined.