"Mmm. Aye then you best get to it." Haakon told them. "That being said, I suppose that brings us to our farewell. I owe you kids everything, and I am definitely more than fu[i]c[/i]king surprised by that matter!" The Jarl said. He turned to Lilly. "And same with you lil Alex. Without your healing these two wouldn't have made it!" Lilly smiled shyly at the Jarl as she brought her attention back to Cain, who was still unconscious

"Well. This is it, for the timebeing - Haakon, try not to get assassinated, please. Scarlett, stay safe, don't let the Celtics yell at ya. Remember, they prefer punches and swearing over speeches. Lilly.. tell Cain that I said thank you. For helping us, and saving me from certain death." Finishing the conversation, Arianna bowed, patting Isaac on the back. "C'mon. We've got to go tell the Dojo that we succeeded." And so, they were off. ---------------------------- The small boat that they had taken to Ragnarok started up again, with the three instruments selectively collected and organized upon the ship, so that they wouldn't fall off during the trip back to the mainland. Isaac piloted the ship this time, with Arianna silently staring off at the Isles, reminiscing of the journey: it had been a long one. She found herself praying: for the old man upon that took them in, for the souls of the Celtics whom had died, for the Celtics whom they had aligned with, for Tyrell who saved Isaac's life, and the instrumental scarecrows, as jolly and active as they had once been. "...You alright, Arianna?" Isaac quietly spoke up after Arianna had risen, the latter looking over as the winds blew her hair, snow white curls stained with blood and flinging themselves to follow the wind's continuous path. "Of course. I'm alright." Arianna's voice replied, while Isaac merely nodded in response. As for Ari, she was.. unsure. What was she to do, now that the threat had ended? She had thoughts of betrayal within her mind: after the monologue with Felix, she was unsure of what side, what future, that she wanted - the Dojo's, or her own. Perhaps she could stay with the Dojo. Perhaps she could become what they needed, she thought - a hero, like Alex, whom died and drove Arianna to this. She parted the serious thoughts for the moment with a smile: it was a new day, and she would return to.. home, she assumed. And thus, the ship carried onwards through the seas - onwards and returning to the Dojo.