Walter pulls his arm away from the excitable guard harshly, and gives him a glare. He wants to make the man suffer for his insolence, for his prejudice, but knows that spilling blood here will result in nothing but further trouble. He decides to let this so called Priestess lead the conversation, as they seemed more trusting of the Holy woman, which was fine with him. He recoiled his already throbbing hand into the folds of his dark robes, and rebound it in dark cloth in an attempt to obscure and hide his shame. As he did this, He looked about their surroundings, wary of more surprises hiding in wait.

He already disliked these guardsmen, and by extension this village. They appeared ignorant and frightened, and reeked of desperation. Turning to his companions, for the first time he actually gave them a good look over. A woman was among them with fiery hair who stood several heads taller than than the youth. She seemed fierce and savage, and he had the thought she'd be a useful protector if he could manipulate her correctly. The other man in darkened colors and hides, the one with the hood, appeared to be some sort or Ranger or Woodsmen, and appeared to Walter like some kind of survivalist, perhaps another solid addition. 

Turning his attention to the Elven Druid and the woman who appeared to be some sort of Priestess, a bitter taste came to his mouth. Their ideological differences were apparent enough, and while he may be able to stand all the green hearted mercy for the trees bullocks, he didn't think he'd be able to stand the presence of one that undoubtedly had no true idea what she denounced and combated. She had no idea the power of the darkness within.

Scoffing quietly to himself, he turned his attention back to the landscape around him.

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Perception Check
1d20+4=19
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