He heard the person before he saw him. Cerith came to a halt as the blond boy came into view. A child. In the woods. Cerith wondered if this was a trap. Though he had never seen it before, he had heard of the Council using people seeking help to trap wizards. Thankfully, this boy seemed to chipper to really need help and Annabelle knew him. Cerith relaxed slightly as she greeted the boy. Cerith noted the child's name in his head. He meet the scrutiny without blinking, keeping his face as impassive as ever. Not that it helped. The boy just grinned and introduced himself.

Cerith resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Some people were far to trusting. The fact he knew Annabelle and she him probably meant that this Aaron was a wizard - or a child of one, which in the Council's eyes was just as bad. It was a shame one so young had to hide. Thankfully it looked like he had a good attitude about it. Not that it won't get a bit annoying after awhile. Cerith continued to study the young man as Annabelle replied. He didn't bother introducing himself. That would come. Not that it would matter. The boy would not recognize him or his name. Annabelle didn't and she was older.

They started to walk again. Cerith hung back slightly. He hadn't spent a lot of time around children. Most parents kept their kids away from him and he was far to busy going on quests to be around some of the other guild members' kids. He raised an eyebrow at Aaron's invite. Very friendly bunch. He was a bit concerned that they might be too trusting. "Are all of you this trusting?" He asked, his tone a bit cutting. He didn't mean to cut, it just came out that way. But it didn't seem to bother Aaron. Cerith listened to him go on about how wizards can be trusted and not everyone in the group trusted. Cerith listened while at the same time minding his surroundings. 

He saw it just a moment before it came. "Watch out." He called as suddenly the ground shot up around them. A stone wall entrapped them. He moved into a defensive position as a young man elevated himself on the stone. Another person stood at his right. 

Both individuals glared down at them. "Annabelle." The young man said narrowing his eyes. "Who is this?" There was no warmth in his tone.