That, he hadn't known - none of it But the supposition made sense. As Dorian spoke, he nodded, a hand stroking his short growth of beard in thought. "A sensible thought. In the upcoming weeks, I intend to begin working to regain some other skills I've lost over the last decades. I can use this as a reason for exploring to the north." He'd begin the following day. Running, bringing himself back into a condition to do what had once come naturally. He had retained much of his skill, but little of his constitution, having grown short-winded and easily tired. Now, he was at his prime once more. He needed to remember that.

"I will also see about gathering resources - a way to note our findings as we gain them. I've grown used to having books and ink at my disposal. Perhaps, at the least, I can find chalk or some similar material."