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"[color=tomato]All you got is flame, no heat - no one's getting burned here,[/color]" Kaden laughed. They could trade shots all day, but when it came down to it, taking verbal jabs at each other wasn't going to get anywhere. Tone could be a hothead but he could turn a quip, and neither of them would ever let on if the other was starting to rake nerves. But why waste time on jabs anyways? They had better things to do, like fight. 

Too bad the new girls weren’t around, or - in the case of the new maker-mage - interested, to watch the fight, but he supposed that was for the best. The last fight was a good warmup for this. It sucked he'd used his shield's charge already, but he didn't need it. He just needed to focus on his speed over his strength to keep up with the dragon slayer. That was one of the benefits of branching out into other elements. It would certainly be interesting to see how things would go down. He hadn’t tried converting slayer magic yet, but just how different could Tone’s fire be from his own? Just took a bit of firsthand observation to figure out how to mix it into something else - just like anyone else’s magic he figured. Piece of cake.

“[color=tomato]Even the kid knows where to go to train. If you’re busting up shit elsewhere, that’s on you. A proper guild would have made sure even someone as thick headed as you knew where to go to train. Bad form getting in trouble training outside the designated location - gives the guild a bad name and it’s already got a hard enough time as it is.[/color]” 

At least now the guy would know where to go. Maybe. If he was paying attention. Best way to ensure that was to go directly there. Kaden originally planned to meander there, see if maybe he could find the new girl and Zen and convince her to come watch the fight. Show off a bit. That wasn’t much of an option if his sparring partner didn’t know where the hell the training grounds for the guild was. So, much to the older mage’s dismay, he wasted no time leading the way straight to the fields just outside of town where Fenixtear had claim on a training spot.

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Ria smiled softly to herself listening to Damian grumble. It was different worlds, she supposed. Given direction, Tone could do well in a military unit like Damian had been. Then again, he would have likely done well back with the clan too. Even Kaden could likely thrive in the same environments. But it was all about location and timing and so much more. It was easy to make an assumption based on small samples of what they saw of the individuals without having better reads on them. She figured she was likely falling into a similar mindset: making an assumption based on what she saw and knew about them all without any concrete proof. Then, that was what she was taught to do. 

She’d realized she’d become lost in her thoughts and had missed some of what was said when she blinked and noticed she’d nearly scoured a hole straight through the bottom of the pot she was scrubbing. The smile vanished with another blink, and returned just as quickly after a quick rinse and rub verified it was still usable. 

“[color=aqua]Hmm? Oh, steak? Um -[/color]” She realized she wasn’t hearing music anymore either. And almost bumped into Trinity when she turned to put the pot on the drying rack. A soft laugh escaped her. “[color=aqua]Sorry, didn’t notice you came in here.[/color]” She tried her hands and turned back to Damian. “[color=aqua]I don’t tend to eat meat very often, so I’m not terribly picky so long as it’s tasty. I believe just going medium rare for everyone will be generally satisfactory.[/color]”

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Upon being offered the bar, the lead goblin slowly crept toward Jessica. It clearly eyed her and was ready to attack if it was being tricked. Then reached out and snatched the offered food before scurrying back out of reach. It eyed and sniffed the bar, then watched Carver eat the piece he kept. After another sniff, it took a bite. Its eyes lit up and it let out a delighted squeak before finishing off the rest of it. Once it was gone, though, the lead goblin began squeaking and waving its arms again. 

Carver smiled softly and adjusted his glasses. “[color=darkkhaki]Very well. You see. Hungry. Now let me just...[/color]” He dug around his pack again. “[color=darkkhaki]Hmm, I think if - yes, well...okay -[/color]” 

He pulled out several more bars. “[color=darkkhaki]Well, it would seem we shouldn’t make camp here tonight and should just continue on until we find a better spot. Hope these little guys stay here to enjoy their feast while we find safety elsewhere, but...sharing shouldn’t cut too far into the supplies I have stocked up. I did overprepare a bit for food. Never know when you might need to bargain with the local fauna,[/color]” he laughed nervously. 

He slung his pack on his shoulders and picked up all the bars he’d taken out for the goblins as he stood. “[color=darkkhaki]Right...so...I suggest we - [/color]” he threw the food into the bushes in the opposite direction they were headed. The goblins all darted away from them, off to their loot. “[color=darkkhaki]- Run![/color]” The historian took off as best he could, holding the straps of his backpack to help keep his balance with it bouncing, along the trail and further up the mountain.