[center][h2][color=silver][u]          [b]Kreneas Shadeweaver[/b]          [/u]
[color=silver][sup][sup]Current Location: Mirkwood Outskirts[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[center][color=silver][i]"Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide." - Napoléon Bonaparte[/i][/color][/center]
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Kreneas approached Irime, and took his seat beside her. They were just partners on the battlefield, but the two of them were becoming friends. The longer that the orc invasion went on, the more Irime and Kreneas had talked with each other, laughing at jokes and simply enjoying the company of their partner. Despite this friendliness, the magus often felt... distant from the archer, like a feeling of uncertainty, yet the more Irime and Kreneas had talked, the more he felt this feeling disappear.

[color=silver]"I'm fine, Irime. I haven't felt any pain since I caught you and the child, but when the soreness comes, I'll be ready for it. It can't be any worse than an injury gained on the battlefield, right?"[/color] The elf chuckled to himself, but it was nothing more but a disguise. Kreneas was in pain, but ultimately the magus was trying to hide it from Irime. Today, like many days before, were extremely eventful, perhaps because of their recent partnership or by a stroke of luck. There were a lot for both Irime and Kreneas to process, but he didn't want to add more to the archer's plate by announcing that he was somewhat sore after the incident. They were back at camp, and the two of them desperately needed some rest after the events they had went through, so Kreneas believed bringing up his injury would only ruin the peaceful mood that the two of them finally were able to achieve.

Reaching for a mug of elvish ale being passed around the campfire, Kreneas took a swig. It probably wasn't wise to drink while on duty, but the two probably wouldn't be sent on any missions after just returning back to camp. Their superior was wise when it came to tactics and strategy, and she would've been digging her own grave by stressing out two of her best fighters by refusing them a moment of relaxation. [color=silver]"Do you want some, Irime?"[/color] Kreneas asked, motioning with the cup to the archer. [color=silver]"It's ale, hardy and strong, but I'm sure you can handle it like everything else."[/color] He couldn't help to smile, the magus' words were almost like a taunt.

[@Wick]