Character: Andrea Ashmourn
Status: Guarded but Curious 

Andrea listened to the sober man’s response with a curious look, but a small chuckle escaped her lips at his explanation of wishing harm and what not. It was a sentiment that she shared the night prior, though she was a little taken back from seeing the sober side of him. Yet as he explained that he wanted more than just the average share, she raised her eyebrow. The gold would be enough for him to drink, eat and sleep whenever he pleased. Despite that, Andrea learned that the drink was either for celebration or forgetting to everyone except for her. The drink gave the voices a greater chance to speak for themselves. So there had to be a better reason for needing more money than the average sell sword. Debts seemed to be the obvious answer, but perhaps there was something more than that.  

“[color=ec008c]I understand the sentiment, Axol. You are correct, they are different. One's wishful thinking, the other, is methodical planning. I am glad you are hoping for my downfall, you can join the others in a very, very long line of hoping for my downfall.[/color]” Andrea teased slightly with a playful smirk growing on her lips, he was much more tolerable sober than drunken. Though she needed to be twice as guarded with him, if the drunken side of Axol was able to notice something before the hints. The sober side of him must be more perspective than he seemed to be. Andrea continued to stare towards the forest for a moment longer for a moment before hearing his agreement and him regaling of drunken singing. She chuckled again slightly, eyeing him a little.

“[color=ec008c]That’s good to hear. Though I can’t promise that I would stop you from singing away your sorrows. I will try, however. To make it fair between us, you keep my confession and I will do my best to stop your singing.[/color]” Andrea smiled softly, glancing towards him with her hands resting on her hips as she listened, noting his demeanor. The faint little smile that gracefully ghosted his lips, it was something she was curious about. Crossing out one of the possibilities for the need of more gold. Yet when he offered his sympathy and shared he would have been the first to go, she frowned slightly. Casting her gaze back towards the outskirts of the forest.

“[color=ec008c]You wouldn’t be the first to charge against injustice.[/color]” Andrea's voice softened a little, her gaze lowered for a moment longer. Her mind thinking of the clashing of swords and cries of dying men, the glint of armor that her brother wore as he raged out. His white hair flowing as he held the line, the flashing of his swords being colored in crimson, and the hissing sound of arrows pricing through his body. The light fading from his eyes as she locked eyes with him, offering a kind smile before crumbling to the ground. Andrea shakes her head, removing the thought as she crosses her arm. “[color=ec008c]Though if you truly feel that way, I admire your effort. You would make a good Revan warrior[/color].” Andrea smiled a little, still saddened but the voices whispers relieved some of that weight.

Instead she listened to his words of not being accepted by his own people. The hate of being what he is, though it is curious on what he had done. She knew there were jobs that people despised others for, but unsure to feel bad for him or skeptical of what he had done. She recounted his mentions for a moment before offering a sympathetic nod. “[color=ec008c]You have my sympathies, and my curiosity on why you were despised. Though I understand if you don’t wish to tell. We both have scars and secrets kept close to our skin[/color].” Andrea nodded a little as the sinister voice whispered softly towards her. “[color=8dc73f][i]We could pay him. He has muscle and hopefully the skill to prove the sword. Then when he falls, we could bring him back time and time again.[/i][/color]” Andrea shake her head, fully turning towards him offering a kind smile.

“[color=ec008c]There is no need for forgiveness. It sounds like you need to speak your mind, with someone who knows at least a small portion of what you feel.[/color]” Andrea smiled and her smile turned into a small laugh as she heard his little jest. “[color=ec008c]I prefer you sober Axol. It shows you are honest and hold scars inside your heart. You seem like a decent person. Instead of a drunken sellsword.[/color]” Andrea offered her two cents with a little smile. The voice scoffed in annoyance. “[color=8dc73f][i]You are clever darling. But words are meaningless, we need action to prove his words. He is still on the table.[/i][/color]” Andrea glanced towards the outside knowing that she craved the path to the other voices before glancing towards him fully.

“[color=ec008c]I hope you will remember our talk when you drown your sorrows again.”[/color] Andrea jested with a small smile as she glanced towards him. “[color=ec008c]I don’t think our companions would appreciate it if we fought again, myself included.[/color]” turned back to the forest, watching the snow for a moment longer before she spoke up her mind. [color=ec008c]“My title is Andrea the Exiled. What is your title? If, you don’t mind me prying?[/color]”