Siegfried listened to the stories gave a grin at Jacks burns. At least he wore it as a sign of pride unlike the branded mark under Siegfried's mask. It felt like a lifetime ago yet this mark would never fade and most who saw it never quite looked at Siegfried the same. A slave was a slave even in the order that was one lesson he had learned over the years. Siegfried's mind drifted for a bit as he gazed into the fire he was well aware of the spell the mage had cast but knew the boy was a healer and in fact enjoyed the bit of comfort the flame gave. It wasn't till the Samurai woman made a fuss before Sieg came back to the real world. 

"[color=1a7b30]What I believe our lovely little flower was trying to say was that when it comes to the Order love is a painful thing to most." Siegfried stated, "Lots of us have had loved ones die, some are fulled by hatred for whatever caused these deaths, some of us had to leave our families to join the Order, and some have long chased love never to receive it in return.[/color]" He continued before one of the other around the fire spoke up. "[color=fff79a]Right, this coming form the man who chased down the Reaper who recruited him for a year before she sent your ass back to Dragon's Maw drugged up so much you couldn't move for three days![/color]" The man yelled and a few of the men started laughing. "[color=1a7b30]Ahh to be young and in love again. But seriously had you seen under that mask? Long midnight black hair, deep purple eyes, and a perfect face, and she could kick some serious ass what wasn't to love[/color]" Siegfried said laughing himself for a bit. His gaze then fell back to the fire.

He started to let himself relax a bit something he hadn't done since they had Entered the Wilds. Even in a camp with this many members of the Order the air was tense almost everyone was on edge. This land did not belong to humans and the longer they stayed the more unwanted attention they would draw.