Seeing Henry's ears perking, Paul just nods his head towards the rabbit lad. Not wanting to disturb him hearing something that could be important...or catching radio signals if what Hraz had told him one time while she got drunk was accurate about literal rabbit ears. Still, while waiting for Henry to respond Paul tried pulling out a few more things from the interior pockets. A few small bags of sweets from various places, more pieces of paper with various information on them...mostly useful, in addition to a number of small and slim throwing knives. Enough was pulled out with one hand the first time to fill the mouth of a golden retriever.
Leaning in to see what was going on, Paul was just barely able to dodge out of the way of a flying Dipper. Seeing what was going on...much as he could, Paul pulled out a pocket first aid kit and put a hand on the hilt of one of his swords. "Hey, what's going on?" He asked, trying to see what the heck was going on. And not being sure if he should go help Dipper first or be at the ready to help with Mabel...even more so with what was going on with her Keyblade.
Hearing the ask for a sleep spell and feeling things being a combat situation, Paul made a few hand motions and said a few words. Quickly making a basic sleep spell, and shot it at Mabel with one of the playing cards as a medium. Letting instincts take over more than conscious thought.
Paul just shrugged, and moved to get out of the way of everyone else from exiting. Though not getting out of range of being able to hear and see what was going on.
Seeing Konstantin stomp off like that and no one else really trying to do all that much, Paul sighed. Thinking that someone should try and make sure the guy was alright. Walking up to him and the stump he found for himself, making sure to keep a good eye on where the Mystery Shack was as well as taking one of the Moogle knights with him just in case. He stepped up, and let things be for a bit.
"Yeah, I get what you mean. While I was away from here, this world...or land, however you want to view it, I had to deal with something similar. Just because I could make some metal with a nice looking pattern." Paul said, pulling out a Damascus patterned knife. "And I happened to do it around some bad stuff going on. I was accused of being in league or possessed by something evil. Didn't help that one of the names I guessed was one of the old legends from this world Ba'al. Anyway, they tried to torture me and leave me with scars to get me to confess. Turns out, that didn't work because the real cultists showed up because they wanted the credit...it was, not a fun time." Paul sighed at the memory. "But yeah, this sort of shit happens. The biggest problem is you probably showed up here when you did as...well, an unwitting pawn or by sheer coincidence. So, to me you haven't actually done anything beyond maybe without choice or will in the matter acted as a possible distraction or way to cause things to go into motion."
"Eh, more so I just like to have stuff on hand. Especially if I need to sanitize something pretty quick. Though I do have some stuff without alcohol." Paul said, sealing up the flask of honey wine. Opening another and taking a wife, he nodded. "Here, how about some nice alcohol free grape cider." He said, offering another flask to the wayward knight.
"Mostly if they're friends, or someone who I think needs to feel a little less down." Paul says with a chuckle. Taking a flask from another pocket, and drawing a short sip from the fruit punch inside.
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