Well, Silas was enthusiastic. That was, until they were ignored. It was quite odd really. He believed that a mage donning blue clothes and a green haired man in the middle of a dry forest. Silas let out a low whimper and Talbot heaved a sigh, his eyes growing slanted. His shoulders sagged and the sweat rolled off of his nose. Great. They left a shaded camp just to be ignored? Wow. That was just… wow. Talbot rubbed the bridge of his nose and groaned loudly.
Silas said that he wanted to make himself known. Talbot gulped, grabbing tighter onto his satchel. He felt like his arm was going to be ripped off. Why should they make themselves known? One wrong move and he could end up as a saddle throw for that man’s horse. [b]“Silas, maybe we should… Silas?”[/b] Talbot was surprised to see the archer cut a path to the people, but, afraid of being alone in this heat, followed. His bout of coughing made his hair stand on end, and the mage glanced toward the people. The girl was up now moving away from the suspected bandit, shaken and seemingly in pain, but maintaining her composure. Impressive. She seemed the weak type.
[b]”I don’t think they’re friends. I think they’re going to kill each other. And I don’t want to get in the way of that.”[/b] Talbot muttered to Silas. [b]”And Naga damn it, do you have to be so [i]loud[/i]? You probably woke Grima up with that last bit.”[/b]