[Holding two tubs of raspberry swirl ice cream:]

Thanks Ruana! You're the best!

[One might notice at first that the older troll appears distraught. His eyes are sunken in and the vibrant red of his blood glistens around the yellow of his eyes, creating small viens that extend into the iris. It is a subtle effect that lack of sleep may cause.

There is a moment as he brings a hand up to rub his eyes, following with a pinch at the bridge of his nose before he drops his hand to his side. His mouth opens to speak but is caught in the crossfire with a sharp yawn. A short and curt growl escapes his throat. This was annoying.

Quickly he gains his composure and shakes his head, trying to wake himself from such a drowsy state. Now he can talk at full attention...maybe.]

I wish to address....

[Another pause, muscles tense as he subdues the urge to yawn once more. Calmly he drops back to a relaxing state.]

This tower has grown. I am unaware if any have noticed, though...I am sure. That you have. Since I have found exploring on ones own can prove difficult, especially with new dangers about now.

Would anyone wish to engage...eng..age...in....

[Another yawn escapes him and he nods off for a moment, before the feed cuts off. It must have been an accident maybe an unconscious flick of a finger.]