Character: Axol, the Unworthy
Status: Irritated and suspicious.

Axol nodded his thanks to the quiet lady, but before he could grab the entire basket and devour all of its contents without leaving any for the rest, the pointy-eared woman butts in, her crimson eyes gleaming with challenge and disdain. He finds himself flinching at "Adahl," somehow finding it more insulting than what she said about his posture. Who is this woman to so brazenly decide a new name for him? [color=0072bc]"I am not Adahl."[/color] He says through gritted teeth, his frown deepening as he tried his best to ignore the loud rumble coming from his stomach. [color=0072bc]"I am Axol. My mother gave me that name, and you will respect her wishes."[/color] He scoffs in disbelief. [color=0072bc]"Adahl... What a stupid name."[/color] He mutters, moving to grab a loaf of bread before shoving it in his mouth, chewing begrudgingly. Axol dislikes her now. He plop himself down on the floor again with a loud thud, arms crossed, trying to recall what prompted the pointy-eared woman to act so uncivilized. So painfully unaware of his own terrible manners.

Andrea, which was [i]her[/i] name, moves to place hot stones on the table. His eyes lingered on the stones for a moment, thinking it was actually more food that was set on the table. He quickly snaps his eyes away from it as soon as Andrea makes an insulting remark about him being dumb enough to eat it. This was not true. Axol would lick it first to see if it tasted good enough- desperate times have driven him to eat far worse before... He swallowed the last bite of the loaf before turning to face the quiet lady. [color=0072bc]"You say you avoid sin?"[/color] He says to her with a passion, [color=0072bc]"Yet here you are, befriending a woman that evokes the sin of wrath. Calling me Adahl..."[/color] He shakes his head once more. The two rivaling forces lock eyes again as she strode towards him after offering the stylish lordling hot stones.

Andrea's question had him scratching his head; what [i]was[/i] he going to ask her? He recalled quickly this time as he slowly got up to face the fiery spirit that tests his patience with every "Adahl" that escapes its lips. But just as he was about to speak, the woman's crimson eyes flashed green for a half-second. He tilted his head to the side. She hid it, before slowly opening her eyes again, though her glare seemed less resolute. Axol grimaced in confusion, a slight feeling of suspicion creeping in the back of his mind. [color=0072bc]"What are you here for?"[/color] He asks, his deep-blue eyes meeting the challenge in hers, his question sounding more like an accusation. [color=0072bc]"Me and the loud archer over there have both decided that if none of you object, the gold will only be shared between the two of us. It's best that we get this out of the way now, rather than have to shank one another out there... Though, I wouldn't mind that either."[/color]