[color=darkred][h3][center]James Blackwall[/center][/h3][/color]

As Elyra sat down next him, James allowed himself a small smile. The doe was cooking nicely and It was almost ready to eat. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as she spoke him. [color=darkred]"It's good to hear that, god knows what we're going to have to face out here. The better equipped we are to deal with the wounded, the more likely we can make it though this mess."[/color]

He paused for a moment to check how cooked the doe was before he looked over the fire at Jamie, seemingly sleeping against her gear before she got up with her bow in hand. Every time he looked, it looked like she'd fought another battle or gain another wound. His eyed narrowed toward Darius before he looked at his elven company. [color=darkred]"What's going on between Jamie and that assassin? It looks like he's trying to damn near kill her and she just keeps letting it happen... What does she see in him? He's an [i]assassin[/i]."[/color] His voice dropped and he turned away to carve off a few pieces of the doe. [color=darkred]"Heh, not I'm one to talk. You're in love with a known criminal you're too good for..."[/color] His words were quiet, but if someone listened close enough they could here them over the fire.

Without letting Elyra reply, he handed her a few pieces of venison on a small tin plate he had borrowed from someone's camping supplies. [color=darkred]"Here, food's ready. Can please you give these out to the others? I'll leave some for you and myself here."[/color] A small, sad smile was on his face for a moment, but he forced it away as he turned back to the roasting deer.

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