Tyrael looks at Lyn. For a moment, there was a certain... Warmth within him. But he shut this thought away quickly. [i][color=00a651]"Do not. You need to focus on the task at hand. Not base desires."[/color][/i] Kneeling at the water's edge, Tyrael took off his gauntlets and washed them. Then he moved his hands underneath his helmet and turban, wiping his face with the cool water. It would be some time before he'll get another wash like this, so he would savor the feeling while he could. Once he was satisfied her looked over to Lyn. [color=00a651]"Yes, we should try and make the most preparation we can. I have already upgraded my equipment as best as I can with what the village had, so I am good on that front. Let us go and get something to eat, and see if anyone else here knows anything about the artifact you're looking for. The chances are slim, but not zero."[/color] Standing back up, Tyrael offered a hand to Lyn before he would put his gauntlet back one. His hands were rough and calloused, like sandstone. After she stands Tyrael puts his gauntlets back on and turns around. [color=00a651]"The tavern is over there. A good place to start as any."[/color]