That makes a laugh burst out of Aventurine, quick and sudden. He takes a bite of his salad to stop this. "Yeah well, I ended up here after it, so while it wasn't pleasant, you could say I got better?" In some ways, anyway. The lingering nightmares and headaches are unfortunate but he doesn't need to talk about that. And hey! He's alive and happy about it!
He does take interest in that next part. "Oho, you were invited too? Yeah, I got this nice music box message...the Family even negotiated with me personally when I was visiting. Didn't get to stay long enough to see the...full festival." He chuckles. "Put on my own big show before I had to make my grand exit. Might have put a bit of a snag in the festivities," he says, looking not at all apologetic.
He tilts his head, considering the cowboy pointing a gun at him. "Those invitations were sent to representatives for different factions, it seems. What organization are you from, I wonder...?" he hums, tilting his head, tapping the table with his free hand. "Ranger, perhaps? But there was already a representative for them..." And wouldn't that be a fun conflict?
Hilarious of Boothill to call 5 foot nothing Aven "tall"
He does take interest in that next part. "Oho, you were invited too? Yeah, I got this nice music box message...the Family even negotiated with me personally when I was visiting. Didn't get to stay long enough to see the...full festival." He chuckles. "Put on my own big show before I had to make my grand exit. Might have put a bit of a snag in the festivities," he says, looking not at all apologetic.
He tilts his head, considering the cowboy pointing a gun at him. "Those invitations were sent to representatives for different factions, it seems. What organization are you from, I wonder...?" he hums, tilting his head, tapping the table with his free hand. "Ranger, perhaps? But there was already a representative for them..." And wouldn't that be a fun conflict?