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It’s been long enough for Roroanoak to turn his collection of diamond chunks and shards into tools- and those tools into more advanced tools. In fact, he’s discovered that things left out in the snow also turn into diamond, and he’s used this discovery to his advantage.
It’s odd, how such a strange event could bring him back to his younger days. The days of roaming the countryside as a fledgling, living off the land as a nomad does. He’s crafted makeshift diamond weapons earlier- but these proved too fragile to absorb the impact of his attacks. Having made another Halberd from stronger wood and leaving it outside over night, it’s hardened into a diamond coated polearm- a weapon fit for him. Wrapping the grips in leather and cloth, he leans on it as a hermit might use a walking stick.
He turns his head, long cloak flapping lightly in the wind. Across his back is slung a makeshift sack or two, one holding a makeshift pickax and the other empty for now. Over one shoulder is a bow, partially diamond coated for added strength, while the other hosts a large quiver of diamond coated javelins. Under his cloak is a quiver attached to his thigh, holding diamond tipped arrows. His other thigh holds diamond coated knives for throwing and utility. Such armament must look odd, being both primitive and obvious, but Roro had become less of a pacifist and more of a hunter. He glances at this odd man.
“Perhaps a few weeks now. No- perhaps a month? Forgive me, the time here passes at odd intervals.” He blinks, examining the man. The bat-like shape of his cowl and cloak was obvious, to include the symbology on his chest. Some sort of hero, like that small child a while ago he’d guess. That Robin kid. Or that Booster Gold man he’d heard about. So many superheros around… “I can tell you more about the variety of creatures that inhabit the land now, however. They’ve become more bold than they usually are. They never leave the Mistwood, but it seems due to outstanding circumstances, they’ve become aggressive.”
A few weeks or a month? Bruce finds the answer unreliable even with the explanation of how time passes abnormally. He knows. It's unfortunate that he's back here but he doesn't find himself as frustrated with it as before. The clowns were gone, and so was Jon and his sons. He doesn't have to be concerned with them and can focus on solving the many mysteries of this unusual city.
Behind the lens of his cowl Batman narrows his eyes at the variety of weapons the other carries. A halberd, a pickax, a bow with arrows- all of which seem to be reinforced with the same diamond deposits that coat the ground. They wont build up on the body of a person but they will on inanimate objects? Maybe it was something about body heat that prevented such a thing? Wait- creatures were mentioned, and it seemed as though this individual was willing to share information on them.
"Are you a hunter of these creatures?" Batman doesn't recall being troubled by specific creature during his last visit to this city. It's possible that they've recently become a problem, along with the odd snow which left diamond deposits to build upon each other. "Tell me what's happening with them."
