Emil snorted, masking it as a cough, Tork scoffed unreservedly. Suppressing his incredulous chuckling as best he could. This man, Tristan Baske, of all people, wanted to leave Vauclase and head north? The Bastard of Vauclase, known only for his drunken misadventures and causing trouble with the guard, actually wanted to [i]leave[/i] the relative safety of Vauclase for certain death up north?

[color=lightblue]"Surely you jest,"[/color] Emil replied incredulously, [color=lightblue]Where in Soquin would you go, how much do you think you can accomplish on your own?"[/color] pausing, Emil leaned forward a bit, sniffing curiously. [color=lightblue]Are... Are you drunk, Tristan?"[/color]

[color=lightblue]"Furthermore, I find it hard to believe you have such noble intentions- if you did, why not just [i]ask[/i] for help? Why come to my family Aviary in the night to steal our prized Stryxes?"[/color]

By this point in time, the broodmother Tristan had tried to take with him had turned around and returned to its den, though Greytail remained, its angry eyes locked on Tristan.