~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles continued to walk with the men. He threw his hands up in surrender, "Alright alright I get it. Yall seen the arguments to my brilliant analogy." Miles paused for a second, walking and looking over his shoulder then forward again, "You guys are right. No need adding another thing to stress about, yeah? You two go on putting all your trust in an unknown quantity and just hope for the best." Miles's words dripped with sarcasm. The consequence of making these two people angry with him could be detrimental to the group in the future, but Miles never thought that far ahead. He continued to walk, pulling a thick hooded cape from his pack. He swung it over his shoulders, propping the hood up to cover his head. He looked back at the two men he'd been walking with, the tailed one falling behind. On purpose it would seem.

"I'll put my trust in her too. But, I will always be ready for betrayal. No amount of witty banter or wishful thinking is going to change that." With that, Miles turned around. The cold wind now blowing against the back of his hood. he started to walk against the group, leaving the Tiefling and the blacksmith to lead. Miles took a position next to Ana and joined her pace, walking by her side. He walked beside her for some time, not saying much in the way of conversation. He more or less wanted to switch positions to make the other two men uncomfortable. Miles' foolish confession didn't exactly have the effect on the two men as he hoped and it seemed obvious to Miles that in a time of a long walk he'd managed to make himself suspicious. It was, unfortunately, very common for miles to make enemies of new people he met, today it would seem would be no different. "Hey Ana." Mile's piped up, "We're coming up on the end of the path, yeah? it's going to start getting rough here. God knows what we're gonna run into going forth."