Bryar had been more than happy to regale his companions with stories the whole way back to Kasuto. Because Reyn had so curiously asked if he had ever been a bad boy, Bryar felt it necessary to brag somewhat about the many things he had stolen in his years. He hinted at his secret location where he stored all his treasures without giving away enough information of course that they might go looking for it sometime without him and steal everything. Though it was an empty promise to Reyn as he still seemed insistent on leaving, Bryar gave word that he could share in his wealth to prove how grateful he was for their help in this ridiculous adventure. Other stories he shared revolved around a variety of lovers he had over the years. While one in particular, his beloved and lost Criston, stood out among the others. "He was the most special of all," Bryar would say, "He saved my life after I was attacked by a ferocious Lizalfos and left for dead. I guess that's the first of two times that I was so horribly wounded. I wasn't hit on the head then, so I remember what happened. I remember Criston nursing me back to health and we, well, we became very close. And he vanished one day so I stayed in his home and kept it up for him until he could return. He never did so I... I think I went out looking for him. That's where things start becoming fuzzy, see. I remember.. being on my way to a Lizalfos camp because of a rumor he was seen there. After that... there's nothing. Nothing at all until Zain found me. Though, thanks to the witch in the forest, I remember a little bit in there. The woman and I going to the mountain. She was..." He snapped his fingers, "She was helping me look for clues on what happened to Criston!" Slowly, things were beginning to fall into place. He had a few answers, but nothing detailed enough to satisfy. What was at the mountain? Why did they go there? Who exactly was the woman and why had she been helping? Did he find any sign of Criston? What happened with the Lizalfos? Were they the ones that attacked him? He still needed to know. Though, depressingly, he was going to have to do it without Reyn. Even though he knew nothing of the man, he thought that they had become something of friends now and it was always sad to say goodbye to a friend. Luckily, he still had Catrina and the odd Stalfos. Dressed head to foot in black clothing that covered literally every inch of its body, it was impossible to tell it was a Stal.. and yet it was somehow even more suspicious. He thought about telling the creature it stood out even more because it looked like a bandit or an assassin or something... but he didn't want to discourage its attempt to being "normal" here. People didn't take too kindly to the skeletal creatures and he couldn't blame Hawkeye for being fearful and uncomfortable. Back in Kasuto, he could stop his rambling stories and could instead announce their arrival as if they somehow didn't know where they were. "I don't mind if we stay here a while," he said, "There's no hurry to be setting out again." As long as he learned eventually, he didn't need to dash out again unprepared. They'd have plenty of time to say farewell to Reyn... unless he was in a hurry to leave them.