The longer they watched the strange figure and his raven companion, the more unnerved they became, this was especially true for Ruehar. She squirmed in her seat as his eyes fell upon her and continued to every time his gaze came her direction. [color=cyan]"He keeps looking over this way, but I don't think he's one of them."[/color] Ruehar noted as she watched the figure chat with the mischievous demon whom she had already taken a liking to. [color=cyan]"I still don't like the look of him though. There's something..."[/color] The figures once again fell upon Ruehar.

[color=green]"Sinister."[/color] Balian's retort was short and brief, while Ruehar sat back upright in her seat again, her mind put to rest for the most part his grip was still firm around the hilt of his dagger. The ranger almost jolted in his seat as the black bird's head snapped in his direction. Piercing blue eyes examining up, down and around while its head cocked and sporadically twisted, Balian couldn't help but feel that the avian was investigating him. He turned away from the figure and his pet, picking up  the freshly filled tankard in front of him and drinking from it. [color=green]"A bolt through the neck would do that bird good."[/color] He spoke with a hushed tone, breaking into a smile. Ruehar glanced over at the figure and the raven once more, bringing her attention back to her brother she smirked it seemed they had given up on their worries for now.