It's only matter of Time...

Should I Stay or Should I go?

Karl brings up the new discovery when he has a chance to see everyone again.

The map clearly showed several other cities just like Cinna, but as to how far away they were, they gave no indication. Past Ranboo had managed to sketch a copy for him, basic but detailed landmarks to show where places of interest were. After that, they'd continued looking for any clues to where or who this Starborne was, with little luck. Karl thanked the boy for his help and left, staying in the Roost with Tourniquet for a few hours to mull things over. She offered what insight she could, but both agreed that unless they sought these cities out, how were they to ever truly find this Hybrid? And what would they even say if they found him? We need to inform him of your people's plight. Tourniquet suggests, claws curling on the stone. If he is in your time still, then perhaps he will be able to ensure their safety, and inform them that you're safe. "Yes, well, I can't spend several years searching for him, either." He groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. Rykk croons comfortingly, pressing his small, slender head against Karl's cheek. He makes much more pleased warbles when Karl strokes under his head. If you have no other choice, you may have to. I understand the welfare of your friends is very important. And perhaps he can help us here? You haven't an idea what it is you're meant to accomplish here, either. Karl considers that. Help how? What would a lost Starborne be able to tell them about his reason for being here, or what to do in order to help them get home? Then again, maybe he does know something. Such a strange race, with so much information to be learned from them, as Ranboo had commented. Maybe there is some sort of old teaching that could help you? Whitrys said that he would have his descendants aid you, and it sounds as though this one has a future sight. If you came via that book, a volume associated with time, then perhaps this is Whitrys' assistance through them? It must mean something of great importance however we look at it. Tourniquet continues, growling in greeting to the arrival of this time's Tubbo and his Marquis. Elsye, if he remembers correctly. The white Marquis vocalizes her response, a draconic mew that rings with high whines. Tubbo gives a curt nod and heads off into the Temple, so Elsye climbs into one of the rocky holes to rest. "Would we even be allowed to travel for that long? What if something happened here that I'm meant to do?" Tourniquet flicks the tip of her tail, startling Anjax, who gives a screech of objection, then sets about fussing on the Dragon's head in an indignant scolding before settling down again. Eventually we must be, right? Although, she adds as a musing afterthought, I cannot say for certain. Perhaps I could ask Friend or Frulle. Karl leans his head against her sun-warm scales, and they continue to ponder until BadBoyHalo arrives with Ghost, his Wyvern.

A half hour later, he's sitting in a room meant for small gatherings(as many rooms were; unless given some other use). Having just finished explaining everything he's discovered, he sits back to let the others take the information in. Punz shifts in his seat, leaning forward to stoke the fire they'd set. "Well, I'm not against a journey, but you're right–would we be allowed? I don't think these people would take too kindly if we just up and left." Technoblade nods, shrugging off his cape. There had been tailors that worked on it, so as to help tell between the two men. His cape has embroidered gold on it, the shape of a sun and dragon wings spread across its length.

Everyone's long since updated their attire–Bad has a new, simpler jacket with more pockets, Sam's left his armour for the lighter, more comfortable-looking armour common to his people. Ranboo's in more casual clothes; they appear to be easier to move in than his suit did, and are riddled with black and white feathers. In addition, there are leather wraps around his feet. Tommy looks mostly like himself, though his shirt has a few holes, there's some stitching and his hair has a feather of black in it–one shed from his Dragon, Karl assumes. Tourniquet shed scales aplenty as she grew, which some people turn into armour; Sapnap is one. His chestplate has red and silver scales trailing down the sides, reminiscent of the glow beneath his Dragon's own. He's traded his clothes for ones more durable to heat and flames, and there's a slim, golden ring around one of his horns. Techno has a small one around one of his tusks, as well as a few hints of it in the white feathers around the ruff of his cape. Punz has pale blue scales in the leather of his riding gauntlets; those also being lined by fur to help keep his hands warm in cold places and high altitudes. In addition, he's gotten a strange mark on his face; curling and twisting like a tattoo of fire. He explained this marks him as a human friend, bold in color but not something that would distract him otherwise. Karl himself has made changes–Wilbur required he ditch the sweater and find something more useable so that he could stay warmer. He'd explained that with the nature of Wyverns being that they have sharp points, he didn't want Karl's clothes to be unnecessarily damaged. And it had reduced the amount of tears he'd gotten. He still has the sweater with him, along with the book, but those remain packed away.