[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Forest, The Campsite
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Sona, Keystone, Wagon 

Calanon listened to Keystone with an upraised brow, taking everything he said in stride, and comical wariness. "[color=00ff66]Many thanks friend.[/color]"  "[b]Ah yeah, many thanks for bringin' supper with. Not sure if we can get a fire goin' tonight, though.[/b]" The Elf looked a bit worriedly as Brogach. "[color=00ff66]I'mma just...[/color]" he mumbled, and mounted his Elk steed to make sure there'd be no mistakes about his friend just in case. As soon as he leaped, he felt the small purchase his feet got on the mud. The rain wasn't seeming to let up, he noticed. He'd lost his cloak in his last battle within the forest, but no matter. He was used to harsh conditions. He wouldn't complain at least, as he noted not for the first time the feeling of his thick, matted hair against his scalp. 

“[b]No, it’s ok. Apology is accepted.[/b]” he heard from the wagon, and his dark blue eyes flicked to the lovely Elf girl nestled against the great Wolf. Her smile made him smile, returning the warmth. She seemed a kind soul, and it was nice seeing a fellow Elf as well. He'd enjoy speaking with her perhaps, once they made it to...wherever it was they were going. He realized now that he would be sticking around. So, guard duty it was, like Keystone said. He remained silent for the next while, sharp eyes looking this way and that for any signs of danger. 

Unfortunately, danger came in a different sort of way. Not an Orc axe or Gnoll scimitar, but a stuck wagon. He sighed, realizing there would always be some sort of problem on any journey. Eager to be seen as trustworthy, but also out of the decency of his heart and necessity of the situation, he leaped off Brogach and approached Keystone. He almost rolled up his sleeves, before he remembered it would reveal his cursed mark. He might not be muscle bound like the pugilist, but he was fit in body, and his legs were powerful. He got next to the burly man and placed his hands under the wood, doing his best to lift it up with his leg strength.