[color=teal]"We're lost aren't we?"[/color] A male sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at his female companion, who held a map a bit tighter in her grasp at the accusation.
[color=crimson]"NO!"[/color] She said with a little too much emphasis, [color=crimson]"Sh-shut it, Wyn, I totally know where we're going!"[/color] she said and turned and stamped her feet a bit as she trudged forwards down the path, holding the map a bit closer to her face. 
Wyn smirked as he followed after his determined young companion. She had insisted when they packed up camp that morning that she would lead them to Wellborough, show she was capable of navigating a map just as well as he did. He realized she was probably doing it just cause she wanted to be "the leader" for once and he decided to entertain the idea. It didn't hurt, she realized wasn't that bad with a map. He just really liked to get her goat when she was getting all flustered and watch her flail a little bit. 
He looked up as they kept walking and uncrossed his arms as the town came into view before looking at her to see she was walking in the wrong direction, her face still against the vellum of the map. He reached over and caught her by her braid, causing her to yank back and yelp in surprise.
[color=crimson]"What the hell, Wyn-"[/color]
[color=teal]"Surely you are not as deaf as you are blind,"[/color] he taunted and pointed at the town. 
She growled at him before removing her hair from his grasp, [color=crimson]"Why didn't you just say that rather than yank my hair?"[/color] she grumbled as he took the map, carefully smoothing out where she'd gripped it before folding it back up properly. Wyn just gave a smile that made her kind of want to punch him before he started into town.
[color=teal]"Come on, then, Sybil, let's get something to eat. I'll be quite busy going forward, so this is basically our last chance for conversation at the moment,"[/color] he said as he looked around, his eyes being drawn towards the ruckus at the tavern as they entered the town properly, [color=teal]"Why does that not surprise me?"[/color]
[color=crimson]"Seems like perfect place to me,"[/color] Sybil said and he raised a brow at her, wondering what made her say so, [color=crimson]"There's food, drinks, and a barkeep. The first and the last usually lead to information as to where to get good information, don't they?"[/color] she crossed her arms.
Wyn gave a smirk, ruffling her hair and earning another growl from her, [color=teal]"Look at you being the inquisitive type. Little Sybil, growing up so fast,"[/color] he put his hand to his chest and gave a sniff.
[color=crimson]"I'm not a kid...."[/color] she grumbled.
[color=teal]"Ah, but age has nothing to do with maturity, my dear,"[/color] he said before heading towards the tavern with her right behind him. She knew he was making a point about her decided reactions to his antagonistic actions, but sometimes they just really frustrated her. As far as she knew he hadn't had any siblings, though she'd never met his immediate family to confirm or deny that fact, only his aunt and she met his uncle Nero once. Sybil glanced in the direction of hearing someone yelling about someone getting robbed and her hand went to her coin purse on her hip. Wyn kept his on the inside of his shirt, which usually was loose fitting with long, wide sleeves. She swore he wore them just so he could put his hands in them and that he was under the impression it made him look more intelligent or something. She thought they looked kind of girly, but had kept those comments to herself.
[color=crimson]"This is why I don't like towns. People are sketchy,"[/color] she grumbled and he just smirked, not commenting on it. Both of their attention was drawn to the praise of the man as he entered the bar and then the actions that lead to the woman getting two men thrown at her, [color=crimson]"Huh....maybe not a good place to go after all...."[/color]
[color=teal]"It's a tavern, Sybil, not a church, people are going to be rowdy. If you don't like it wait outside,"[/color] he said. She considered it for a moment but blushed as her stomach growled and gave away her ulterior motive for suggesting they go to the tavern- the first place that hopefully served some semblance of food. He smirked, [color=teal]"We can see if they serve any food here, and then you can take your chances with the vendors,"[/color] he said, looking towards where those might be. He wanted to wait until after the scene in the doorway was handled before trying to enter the establishment, not wanting to get caught up in the midst of something that was none of his business.