What he had done had been unintentional, what he had done was set the poor girl to sputtering. He looked down and checked his appearance a bit, picking at his clothing a bit as he did.

	[i]I'm not really imposing...am I?[/i]

	Before he could try to defend why [b]HE[/b] didn't believe himself to be off putting in anyway, the forthspoken man stepped as forth.

	[color=aba000]“Alright, but two quick questions first. Firstly, how old are you? I figure you’re a few years younger than me, but it’s difficult to tell. You Elves always have such youthful glows to you, even with your often stressful lives. It’s inspiring really... Secondly, you’re not planning on turning me into a toad with that thing are you?”[/color]

	He then eye'd Talon's stave.

	[color=aba000]“I’m quite fond of my current form, and honestly it’d be mighty damaging to my budding independent mercenary career.”[/color]

	He couldn't help it, the question caught him wholly off guard and he started laughing. There wasn't any meaness in it but it came off louder then he would have wanted due to the smallish enclosure. He only stopped once he had thrust his chin into his chest and placed both his hands over his mouth. After a moment or two of heaving, he was ready to reply.

	[color=1a7b30]"Who told you I could do that?! If that was in my repitior then this would be a short fight indeed! We'd only need two small groups to finish the whole of the war! One to mash frogs and the other to prepare the soup!"[/color]

	He had a horrible sense of humor, this being something they would all learn in time... Well, not too much time.

	[color=1a7b30]"Oh, and I'm... 24? It's a long story, my guess is only marginally better then yours. That seems like an odd question to ask. What draws your curiosity there?"[/color]

	He asked the questions truly wanting to hear answers but he turned to face the woman elf all the same. It was obvious that she wasn't one to say much, but it wasn't the same literary shortage he had meet among the Dalish. Her's was her own reason and his sense on inquiry knew little of personal boundary. Don't misunderstand the young knowledge hungry elf, he wasn't a barbarian but his understanding of personal space and inappropriate questioning was woefully out of practice. 

	[color=1a7b30]"Miss, If I've offended in some way, I apologize. I'm a bit out of practice in... well, communication. I mean you, and none other in this tent, no harm. I have many, many questions for you and I'm willing to ask them to you in what ever time or amount you require; if at all."[/color]

	The words that escaped his mouth were barely audible, he couldn't have said them more quietly if he had been whispering them from his death bed. He faced back towards Colin and smiled again, awaiting an answer from what he considered a great well of wisdom. There was a vast difference from wisdom and intelligence and he believed himself to be quite short coming in the prior.

	AS he awaited his lesson, he felt it again. This time, if only for one long moment, he felt it strong. Like being pinched right under the arm but all over. It took a vast amount of concentration to hold back a startled yelp and he tightened hands around the leather of his stave. He held tight to the conversation at hand and did his best not to think of a spot outside of the tent where he could await their orders in peace. His eyes flicked towards the largest of the company's men, only for a quick breath, and he knew that it had to be one of those two. He partitioned a small portion of his analytical brain and started working on why someone with... that, would be finding their way here. Surely a lady of the church could feel that kind of a presence? Perhaps not, either way he was far to invested in what was going on in the present to let go of it right at the moment. He relaxed his shoulders a bit, only now just noticing that he had physically tensed up.

	His need to distance himself from the situation grew more and more each passing moment