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[sub][color=7b5d92]✧     Location: Soft Haven - Bounty House  ✧     Purse: 4 copper     ✧  Interactions:    ✧[/color][/sub][/center]

As they walked along for the first day of their journey, Ermes kept his eyes peeled. Behind his half opened sleepy facade, were watchful eyes that took in as much of their surroundings as they possibly could. A loud sound came rustling from the bushes around them causing Ermes's hand to move towards his blade, a swift but subtle motion that came with years of practice in the streets of Wilree, as a boar came barreling out from one end and vanished into some underbrush on another. He let out a silent annoyed sigh that's sounded almost like steam hissing. To say that Ceolfrics little message but him on edge would be an understatement. Whenever there was nothing of note around, Ermes found his eyes drifting upwards, staring at the clouds as if he was waiting for some sign that it might rain. But not a single drop fell all day. 

When they'd finally pulled off for the night, he shuffled quietly towards the designated area. Leaving his waterskin behind on the back of the cart as instructed without so much as saying a word. Lilan and Ceolfric had decided to go off and "scout". Anytime beforehand that two members of a party had said they'd do so usually meant they were either doing adult activities or simply leaving to talk about him. Kyreth had gone off to talk to Cerric about Irigan knows what, and Esvelee wasn't exactly the sort of company you speak to while you work. He walked around the area, looking for tinder and and small branches to start a fire, noticing Eila was doing the same. So Ermes decided to change tasks, holding his index finger out and circular motion with is while softly speaking. [Color=7b5d92]"Wrap."[/color] A small length of rope coiled around the bundle he'd gathered as he slung it over his shoulder tying the other end so that it simply hung like a holster. 

His hand then dropped to his side, holding an invisible axe, before one manifested in it. Ermes took a few swings, chopping off some thicker branches from trees and cutting them into manageable pieces before the axe finally dissipated. Letting out a tired sigh, he picked up his supply of wood before heading over towards where Eila was, making a small pile nearby for them to use later on in the night. He hadn't expected for her to approach him, and when she did he felt an odd tightness in his chest. He mentally scolded himself before listening to what she had to say. Arching an eyebrow, he picked up a nearby stick and poked at the fire, watching as embers floated up. Once again Ceolfrics voice hung in the behind him. Like an irritating fly buzzing just out of view. 

He rolled his eyes at the comment. [i]Ofcourse[/i] the tainted storyteller has seen the beast. It only made sense it had [i]hide like armor[/i]. He was certain it also stood two stories tall and could vanish like the wind. After this mornings ordeal he was more certain that Ceolfric was just trying to scare them away from the coin, and naturally the split tongued woman would join him. So, he ignored whay was said and focused on the question before him.[Color=7b5d92]"I don't suppose you brought a pot to make the stew?"[/color] His voice carrying a slight irritation, though not towards her.  Eila remained silent at his question. [Color=7b5d92]"Yeah. I didn't think so."[/color] Ermes let out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. [Color=7b5d92]"Itadakimasu."[/color] a simple iron hook emerged off the side of the fire, a cast iron pot hanging from it, beginning to warm. He looked at Eila, giving her a sleepy smile before he prodded the fire once more. [Color=7b5d92]"But to answer your question…I'd love to help you cook."[/color]