He looked carefully back when he heard pattering footsteps from behind, tensing his body to jerk any which way he needed, but upon seeing Ezekiel, his gaze softened and he spoke with a quietness. He had a stoicism that reminded him of himself, though he was much less flamboyant than the royal knight. 

	"You shouldn't have come..." he started, but eventually shrugged, "But I suppose it's dangerous out here alone. And I should be thankful it is you out of them all. If I'm to spend hours out here with someone, I'd have to pick you at this point. Ezekiel, you seem to be the only one who respects our Queen as I also do and doesn't hate me for bearing that admiration." turning his dark eyes around at the comment of restlessness, "I see I'm not the only one who felt disturbed. I've been thinking that our journey so far doesn't make sense to me... where are all the beasts? All of the times we've been forced to repel attacks, hordes of the wretched creatures throwing themselves at our walls, should they not be jumping at a chance at a few stragglers like us?" blinking suddenly, "And where did all of this dastardly mist come from? How am I supposed to keep a look-out if I can't see [i]anything[/i]?" waving his hand around trying to disperse the heavy gray veil, stopping once he quickly understood it was a useless effort. 

He squatted beside a nearby hill with a lone tree atop, leaning against the rough bark, "Well... I can't go too far, even if I want to get a better vantage point. Lilith already wants to strangle me as it is..."