[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]Beside the Cave, The River [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] The group Once the water had been passed out, Calanon grabbed a bit of food that he could and sat down on the nearest dry log or patch of dirt he could to sit. Thankfully he found a short log, and plopped down to begin eating gingerly. He had a quiet and calm demeanor as usual, and ate in the same fashion. It tasted fair, especially considering the primitive settings they were in. He'd often had to cook in a similar fashion outside, but most of the time he was not very good at it. He had simply made it edible enough to survive off of. The Elf simply listened to Kyra, Sana, and Keystone speak their minds about this deal they were to make with the Orcs. He didn't exactly like the deal, but even he had to admit that the Orcs were simply being careful. As he bit into a bit of meat, he wondered why the three leaders, or was it just Keystone and Kyra,(?) were often annoyed. Good groups worked in unison, but this group seemed ragtag enough, and had little training together. They might want to take it easy a bit, and perhaps wait for others to show up before they began a discussion. He was just glad he had Elven hearing. Even with those small thoughts, he still was not entirely prepared for Thomas to say what he said. First he heard the young man's comment on Satilla. Granted, Calanon might be a bit lentient on Thomas for being a grower of plants but...Satilla was a fine companion and should be respected. The comment toward Keystone had Calanon stop chewing, and the Elf's exotic eyes looked between Thomas and the man. It was then that Calanon uttered something in a manner that was not befitting of his usual self. But he simply couldn't help himself at what was swiftly becoming a showdown. "[color=00ff66]Oh shit.[/color]" He was going to volunteer to stay behind himself, but he decided to wait to see how the group handled this situation before he spoke up about that. It wasn't good to get involved unless actual steel was drawn. Even Brogach seemed interested at what was transpiring, though perhaps he simply was looking at those who spoke.