Revan stood there with a thought in his mind, it was a singular thought that wouldn't quite budge. While he attempted to wrangle it into words a few tears welled up under his eyes but never quite fell low enough to be considered a tear, as that would make him quite possibly the worst barbarian to have ever barbarianed. 

"Why not..."

Hcchhh. Hcchhh. The back of his throat scratched and the feeling of pins accompanied every last gulp that he took, while the battle of wills continued to rage on from within the darkest and most fearful recesses of his brain. Could he finally find the proper words? Being a man of battle there was not much time to have an impressive lexicon, but much like the time he caught three squirrels in a single afternoon for his favorite stew, something difficult would not be impossible.

"Why not invite?"

The question had been posed, now surely everyone would stumble over their invitations.

Maxine had spent the day inside coloring on the stacks of white paper her father had brought back for her, from his last business trip. But now after a large grape juice box she was ready to explore the streets once more. Creasey, her bodyguard, followed behind the child as she ran towards the streets. She stopped to listen, head tilted to the side like a dog before she started skipping around the man. "Ring around the Revan, His daddy went to heaven, but no space, no space, no space in homeeee." she sang before stopping and digging in her pocket for a second. With a sound of triumph Maxine pulled out a plastic bag with a snack in it and offered a triangle of her ham sandwich to him.