Character: Axol, the Unworthy
Status: Calmed but alert.

Axol's eyes never left Andrea's, even when the archer had spoken to de-escalate the rising tensions, even when she offered him a piece of bread. Then it was there again; the green in her eyes that had flashed before him now lingered intentionally. He couldn't help but feel a sudden thrill at her words, whether it was excitement for a potential employer or excitement for an inevitable fight, no one knew. What was clear was that Axol trusts this crimson-eyed woman much less now. He snatched the bread from her hand, agreeing with her treaty for peace. [color=0072bc]"Keep your spare change. Doubtless, you'll perish on the mission. I'll make sure to collect your bounty in your stead."[/color] He shoves the bread into his mouth, chewing furiously before swallowing with concerning speed as he keeps his glare on Andrea for a moment.

He then turns to the archer, whose mouth is still muffled by bread. He raises a finger. [color=0072bc]"Do not yell at me. I am sensitive."[/color] He said plainly, before leaning in to whisper something in his ear, [color=0072bc]"I do not know if you are in love with this woman, that you keep trying to impress her with kindness, but she is not to be trusted."[/color] Axol did not really know how to whisper; he just spoke in a breathy voice, but the volume remained loud enough to be audible to others. He walks off toward his chosen cot and picks up his greatsword, walking back to the table as he drags the heavy heap of metal beside him. He then sits himself on one of the chairs by the table, the wood creaking under his weight as he holds the massive blade, leaning his head against it. [color=0072bc]"The fashionable lordling and the quiet lady are yet to say their piece."[/color] He comments. [color=0072bc]"At this point, I may as well be doing charity work. I doubt the young lord will pay us a high price, anyway. Given how pitiful this keep looks.[/color]" He scoffs. Axol doubts they'll use their gold for any good. He growls in frustration, now regretting even coming to this place.

Axol just sat there now, letting the others speak. He shot a glance toward Andrea now and then... [color=0072bc][i]"This one reeks of mystery. I do not like mysteries."[/i][/color] He thought to himself, however, her fiery spirit was something that the sellsword could respect. It reminded him of his late wife- the only woman to tame an animal like Axol. But unlike his wife, the pointy-eared woman was unlovable. He did not like remembering things, but the memory of Aena was something he couldn't easily shake off. Oh, how she had changed him. How grateful his companions should be that he was not the man that he used to be. Five years have passed, and the hole she left keeps growing bigger and deeper. [color=0072bc][i]"Never mind that now..."[/i][/color] He told himself, [color=0072bc][i]"She lives on in our boy."[/i][/color] Suddenly, Axol musters the strength to regain his spirit, forcing a smile to himself. If the other travellers insist on keeping their share, then the sellsword will have to pray to Meldaron that his companions suffer a swift demise during their venture.