[h3][center][color=BE31F7]Veitaru[/color] and [color=4DE474]Gruncle Jaege[/color][/center][/h3]

[color=4DE474]"I am of the wondering, do we need to state our name again if we already said it before? Ah, nevermind, better safe than sorry, perhaps it was not heard among the disputes of the moment, I am Jaege of the Lange family."[/color] Jaege seemed relatively unaffected by the spooky chill of the place, standing tall and unwavering. It was simply not enough to overwhelm his composure. Though, he did notice it, even if his reaction was not the same as a normal man's. [color=4DE474]"Mmm.. Is very chilly. Should have brought a sweater."[/color]

Veitaru on the other hand hesitates, clicking her tongue once. On one hand, she wasn't afraid of anything. On the other hand, this was the thing she was afraid of. Grr... She didn't like being afraid of this one glaring weakspot.  She had just talked big and didn't want to damage her "rep". And saving the world, and finding Ilam. And there were people. Yes, totally she could do this.

[color=4DE474]"Is it convenient to be clutching my leg? I could carry you."[/color] Jaege asked.

[color=BE31F7]"I'M FINE."[/color] Veitaru hissed back. Glancing around from her "hiding" spot, she noticed all the unlit torches.[color=BE31F7]"So, did the Sheikah have a thing for torches? Seems a bit excessive, and messy."[/color] Yes, sass. This was how to distract herself from the hungering shadows. Endless sass.