"Well that's a shame," he replied with a sigh. "Would've proved useful to store these vestiges." He glanced at him. "Can't exactly have them laying about just anywhere now can I?" Slicking his hair back once more, he studied Shaun a bit longer -- noting the way he looked at him with an odd mix of confusion and concern. He finished slipping on the armor as he Gilmore continued to mourn the loss of his hair.
"Indeed," he added with a small nod. "But something tells me will be quite beneficial in such a warm climate, wouldn't you say?" Now fully dressed, though now warmer than he'd like to be, he held his gifts in his hand and tried to figure out where to put them -- resigning them to some of the small pouches at his waist. He'd figure out how they worked later. Perhaps he could get Gilmore to show him.
At the last question, he merely shrugged. "My time in Tal'dorei was done," he began, "and it was time for me to follow the will of the Raven Queen." He motioned to their surroundings. "And it led me here. You know how the gods work, Gilmore. All mystery, intrigue. Misery, death." Taking a few steps forward, pausing just enough so that he was just a few inches from his old friend. "Or perhaps it to find you." He gave the man a playful pat on the cheek. "Fate is a fickle thing." Taking a few more steps past Gilmore, taking in his new surroundings, he glanced back at Shaun.
"Now are you going to spend more time wondering why I've arrived or are you going to tell me about my new home," he began. "You always did have a flair for making a man feel at home when he wasn't."