[hider=Please ignore this erroneous post][hr][hr][center][h2][color=f7941d]Othen Perelyn[/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]
Othen didn't let loose of Rook's nephew. In fact, it rather seemed that his grip slowly tightened as the discussion around him progressed. If deliberately or by being distracted from fine-tuning his strength, that was up to Emmett to judge. If it had been someone else than crazy Emmett, he would not have believed this flower picking story at all. For the days passed since the beginning of this journey however, that boy had been prooving himself to be foolish enough to make the thought of him searching nice looking petals in the middle of the night, in the middle of the Badlands, feasible. And Floure and Grace apparently did support his statements, so even if he had not believed it right now, he would not have been in the mood for initiating a three-against-one trade of barbs. He had no idea that all three of them were making a fool out of him...

Yet there was something that [i]did[/i] grab his attention: The rope. [color=f7941d]"Tell me Emmett... did you tie yourself to a tree in order to limit the area within you could get lost ?"[/color] His downward-facing countenance was telling that he knew that something odd was going on here, but Othen still had no hint about what that could be. Emmett was a bloody, steady annoyance. With that opinion having been confirmed once more and for the sake of being able to continue slumbering sooner, he let loose of him.

Before heading off back to the camp, Othen unraveled the knot that held the rope slung around the dead tree's trunk - and then slung it around that other trunk that was his forearm. [color=f7941d]"Feel free to go for a pee now. I don't think that thing's long enough in order to gain enough distance from the camp to not annoy anyone with the smell of it once I'm back there."[/color] He indeed did intend to serve as a dead tree's replacement for the rest of the night. Whatever Emmett had been doing out here, he likely wouldn't be able to do it again within the range he would be restricted to as, apparently, he had to go out this far for it. Hopefully Emmett would be fit by tomorrow and not be impaired to much by this self-induced lack of sleep: There was a strict training regime Othen had ready in his mind for Captain Cocky. He planned on  'proposing' it the moment Emmett would live up to Othen's nickname for him the next time. He had not yet made that new name public.[/hider]