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[color=red]Time:[/color] 10AM
[color=red]Location:[/color] Jungle
[color=red]Interactions:[/color] Annya [@princess] , Saorise [@Potter] Raven [@Tae], Caelan [@Alivefalling], Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos]
[color=red]Equipment:[/color] Cobalt Saber, Cobalt Half Plate, 1330 Amas, Map of Avalia, Lantern, Water Flask, 3x Torch, x10 Travel Rations, Washing Brush.

Kharne just shook his head at Annya's words. [color=gray]"I don't believe anyone [b]deserves[/b] respect. Common courtesy, yes. But respect has to be earned...my opinion on that subject."[/color] He rumbled out. He clearly respected the Princesses because of what they've been doing. Not because they were royalty, if he respected them for their position it would be a hollow respect. Then again this was the opinion of a brusque mercenary who probably ran on might makes right for the most part.

Raven introduced herself, she was quite young. A fraction of Annya's age, and nearly a third of his own. What was a cosplayer? Annya was curious as well, but it seemed Chicago flew over her head. The small young girl had mentioned she lived in an apartment in Chicago, so that was possibly a town in the human world? The princess was asking questions so there was no point repeating them.

Her mumbled words were caught by his ears, which were flared out and swiveled towards her. He could see hints of pain in her eyes, what a lot of people said were a window into the soul. This would be out of character for him, she wasn't his comrade yet, he didn't know her beyond her name and where she lived, but the towering reptilian man laid one of those giant hands on her shoulder and gave a slight squeeze. A comforting gesture from a long time warrior, he wasn't one for hugs.

Annya said the girl wasn't boring simply because she didn't know what it was Raven was talking about. But the pair got onto the subject of the carbuncle which got him to shift away from them a little. He wasn't here to get cozy, he was here to protect. So he reached over his shoulder and unsheathed that giant blade that was often lost between those mammoth wings that rested on his shoulders like a living cape. Their destination was said, they were going to Riverport.

[color=gray]"Would you like me up front or at the back, my Lady?"[/color] He questioned while his blade flicked up and rested on his shoulder. It seemed to be a relaxed stance but his footing indicated he could move in almost any direction he chose to counter a surprise attack. Given his ears were moving like small satellite dishes that seemed hard to do.