Not too far from one of the carts, simply relaxing in the smooth, grassy ground, Vordan had his eyes up towards the sky. His lips displayed a rather simple smile, seemingly deep into his own thoughts. This was typical of him, especially after curing wounds with the bandages. He needed some time for the soreness to leave completely and didn’t want to be too active during that time. And so, with a light hearted sigh, he had his mind wrapped up on a few things he had noticed from his comrades. The first thing was the massive strength of the red-haired young warrior. He had cut down those mean like nothing and killed with ease. This was no easy feat, even for a skilled warrior. Either his blade had some magical properties or he was hiding some surprising supernatural strength. Even with his own greatsword, he couldn’t manage brutal and precise cutting to cut through someone entirely so quickly. And so, it would be something interesting to investigate, as when he seemingly shocked his hand. It was him, it was pretty clear, but how? The second was the little girl, Faith. What he had seen in the cart was very intriguing and something uncalled for. It was like magic bounced right out of her hands, reacting almost violently to her touch… Could she resistant to magic? A possibility. Could she control it? Probably not. Vordan couldn’t put a theory on it yet, but he wanted to know more. The other people had their own quirks and mysteries, but it wasn’t as appealing as the other two things he had thought about. Aaerynn secrets were intriguing, as the twin’s sword and the nearly blind man’s way of seeing, but again, nothing to be bothered with. Elrithos and Rudolf… Well, they were what they were. The content of the carts were still not revealed, but it seemed quite important. Maybe sneak a peek sometime another night. With that in mind, he stayed with his eyes to the sky, until he heard the laughing. The dwarf was being quite loud and so, Vordan sat up, wondering what the heel the now drunken man was laughing about. Aaerynn was attempting to play the game of horseshoe… And what a failure it was. Really? Throwing it overhand? It was very amusing to see, his smile widening as he held back his laugh. Incredible how a nimble elf like her couldn’t toss a piece of steel gently. It was quite bad actually, as she had tried again in the same result. Vordan laughed a little bit, just in time for Serna to arrive, not coming too close. He simply glanced at her as she deposited the bowl and the flower on the ground. A thank you… For what? It came as a surprise to the mercenary. Why thank him? He had not done much for her, or even his brother. He looked at the flower. A Lily of the Valley. Interesting… With that, he actually got up and scavenged through his back pack, pulling out a small jar. He simply took the flower and stored it away, back in his backpack. He then grabbed the bowl, looking at it for a moment… He was starting to get hungry. It was maybe served by a Syndarean, but damn it smelt good! So, no refusing it this time, he starting eating it as he then watched the scene with the Red and Aaerynn unfold. That escalated quickly. Red seemed not too fond of the wood elf, like many others probably, and it showed. Vordan couldn’t blame him with the way she was acting. The tall man quickly finished his bowl as he saw Tirian pick up the dwarf… Again, his strength was amazing and HAD to be supernatural. He was hiding something for sure, probably like everyone else here, but that strength was an oddity. Was he the only one who had noticed? Probably not… Hopefully not. Then, the young Syndarean man showed up to play the game. Vordan, as the person he was, would simply watch. It seemed even the Desert Elf was approaching to give it a go too. Would he be any good? Vordan wanted to see if he was going to be as horrible as Aaerynn. ---- Elrithos had continued with his combat maneuvers, eventually switching weapons between each ‘’end of a fight’’. He would do this mainly when he was alone and not with traveling groups, but this one needed him to be ready for battle at any time, so these kinds of exercises were the best way to keep fresh constantly. It didn’t seem to bother anyone else, so he would make sure he would do this any time he could. He would eventually slow down, taking his time with other non-combat related exercises. When Serna had approached with the bowl and the flower, Elrithos had noticed, but stayed in his maneuvers until the end. He had the opportunity to hear her thanks, which made the Aavikanian smile. He came to a stop shortly after her presence and put down his weapons, coming to sit down where the bowl was and enjoy the tasty meal. He also picked up the flower and placed it behind his ear. He seemed so much less of a warrior now, but Elrithos loved flowers. A beautiful plant so rarely seen in the desert. He watched where all the horseshoe throwing was happening, and really, he wished he could have smiled… but the situation was so tense once more. Sure, they started out great with the drunken dwarf and the simple play times, but it quickly turned sour. Tirian had so rudely attacked Aaerynn with that comment. What was wrong with everyone? Sure, they did not get along, but there was no need to put insults in. With a sigh and once his food was done, he came towards Aaeryn and Setna who had gathered for the game. Elrithos grabbed one of the horse shoes. He tried throwing the thing like the others, but of course, he over shot it even underhand… And Elrithos laughed. [b]‘’This really is harder than it looks.’’[/b]