[center][h3]Kelvin[/h3][/center]

He could only sigh as their [i]fearless[/i] leader resisted him and Carver, going for another punch. Again, the bartender’s reflexes bested fist with blade. That was going to need some stitches. Slowly though, their group filtered out. The madness was ending. Kelvin took the time to toss his pack up onto their table, stowing the dynamite back inside, tightening straps before slinging it back onto his back. He paused and straightened the chairs before returning to face the barkeeper.

[color=DodgerBlue][b]”I apologize for my companions rash actions.”[/b][/color] Kelvin grimaced, but forced himself to bow to the other man.[color=DodgerBlue][b]”I have known them less than an hour, but I already know this will be a long journey.”[/b][/color] He straightened, and then turned to leave before noticing the girl, her cloak draped over her again. He sighed. Kelvin still didn’t agree with her presence, unanswered questions. She had tried to help though.


[color=DodgerBlue][b]”Hey,”[/b][/color] He gently tapped her head and jerked a thumb over his shoulder. [color=DodgerBlue][b]”You are still welcome to join us, if you are brave enough.”[/b][/color] That said, he turned and strode out, joining their party outside the building. He didn’t mix though, instead choosing to stay back a bit and wait for them to talk it out. There were other productive things to do though. Kelvin sat down off to the side of the road and pulled his pack down next to him, removing the components for his crossbow. He was meticulous, carefully adjusting the metal arms, keeping them balanced as he strung it- piecing together the clip and screwing it together before assembling the trigger system. Done, he finally stood, hiking up his pack and braided the cord into a sling for the crossbow. This way it could hang out of the way at his side until he needed it. He was ready.