Lady Lenore's words only made Revenmar curious. What did she have to get over? It continued to confuse him, but he said nothing else to Lenore. He was a patient fellow, if she needed him, he would be waiting. If not, well, she was a God after all. After Lord Carreau addressed his niece, the God turned to him and nodded. Revenmar was pleased with himself at that. Next the two of them continued on up ahead, to see this human village up close. How exciting! Revenmar wasn't openly emotional, but the prospect of finding the indigenous population was fascinating to him, he could remember the Creator telling him about the wonders of 'Japan' before he left him behind. If anything, his creator had endowed upon him a sense of longing, to find wonders with his own eyes and take in the new world. It was his will.

The walk forward wasn't anything overly exiting. Lord Carreau, it seemed, was a reserved God. Or perhaps he had his mind on other more important matters to talk. Either way, it didn't bother Revenmar. He just made sure to keep a close eye on the scarce undergrowth of the forest. Trees and trees and trees. That's all there really was, but at least they were somewhat interesting to look at. Full of life and splendor, not like the haunted forests of home. He was incredibly quiet throughout the walk, not just by voice but by body as well. One of the gifts that his creator had given him, was his cape. Blessed with an enchantment of silence, allowing him to walk as silently as a feather falls. Praise be to the creator.

He was beginning to think deeply about his place in the new world when a voice broke the air. He instantly unsheathed his massive sword and held it defensively. He took his place, standing next to Lord Carreau so that he could protect him in a moments notice, as if he needed protection, but it was his sword duty to protect. He followed his God's gaze to the man sitting on top the log. He would let Lord Carreau speak to the man, it was not his place to lead in such an endeavor. He was only a Paladin, not really suited for diplomacy but he would talk if necessary. Lord Carreau paused after introducing himself, and it was time for Revenmar to speak as well. Though he wanted to pronounce himself and Lord Carreau, now was not the time so he would play along. A question struck him though, why did Lord Carreau refer to himself as Emile? That was.. Strange to Revenmar but he pushed the though aside for now.

He spoke flatly and with little emotion, [color=darkgray]"Name's Revenmar, mercenary as well."[/color]

The conversation between 'Emile' and the man continued on for awhile and Revenmar began to feel any sort of hostility die down. He sheathed his sword when the two men came out of hiding in good faith. So, Lord Carreau and Revenmar were to be mercenaries looking for work. That profession wouldn't have been one that he would have went with, especially with their armor but it was over and done with now. 

As the men invited them to the village for rest and food, Lord Carreau glanced as Revenmar as if waiting for him to say something. Should they accept the invitation? They did want to scout out the village anyways. The only problem was that Lord Carreau wasn't exactly human and if he took off that helmet there would be a lot of distrust, perhaps even conflict. Was it worth the risk?

[color=darkgray]"Might as well, Lo-"[/color] Revenmar quickly caught himself from saying Lord and coughed before continuing. [color=darkgray]"Sir. Could use some hot food right about now."[/color]

Hopefully his slight wasn't to obvious, it was difficult to refer to one of his God's in such a lowly term. He hoped he would be forgiven by the Creator. 

As he stood and waited for Lord Carreau's answer, Revenmar quietly wondered what a "Vulp" actually was.