“Flight rigs too. I figure that I can do up a few hundred and that way everyone can learn to fly here. I really want Ali to learn, and Ridley should too, if we’re going to let him be involved in our messes. Plus, everyone should have their own shield, right? I know Burks thinks everything should calm down for a while, but if he's wrong and someone tries to kill one of us I don't want some first year kid dying because I was too lazy or selfish to see to their well being.” Tor let his head come up. He'd done that before, not guarded the people around him like he should and nearly died trying to get everyone else to safety. He'd decided right then and there after the assassins were subdued and he'd finished crying, that no matter what, that wouldn't happen again. Not if it could be helped at all.

That got a low whistle from Rolph.

“Yep, I'm never getting to sleep again. “Oh Master Tor sir, I just love the devices you gave me… can I do anything for you? And I do mean anything.” Yep.” Voice going into a high falsetto the Prince shook his head and wondered if he could get one of those little noise canceling devices Tor made to silence the sex sounds coming from the other bed.

Tor threw his pillow at him, missing horribly, the soft thing landing all the way across the room and resting half against the back wall, half on the floor. The return volley from the tall red head was far more accurate and hit hard enough for his shield to activate and stop. Handy that, Tor thought, not being knocked to the floor for once. Getting up lightly he handed the pillow back on the way past with a soft sigh, retrieving his own before sitting down.

The room was the same size it always had been, but it looked smaller to him now. The wooden walls were plainer, the small desk each of them had to do schoolwork on seemed dingy and poor suddenly. That wasn't right though, it was a perfectly good room. He was just acting spoiled because of all his trips to the palace and his new magical houses.