“Still remember that? He tells that story at least once every two or three months. About the Sister that broke his arm…” Aurin’s voice still held laughter as he glanced over his shoulder towards Alderic with a grin of his own. “And yes I’ll agree with that, you /are/ crazy.” He added with his own touch of wryness in his voice. “And its good to see you too, Dee.” He added after a moment of thought. “Even if Alderic would rather take the blood mages over you. You only try to kill me on /accident/. As for what we are doing, well the same as you it seems. Traveling, and looking for a good place to camp.”
Ser Maddock’s arrival brought his head around at the sharp words from the elder Templar. Thankfully Alderic seemed willing to answer for the both of them. His own blue eyes darted from face to face, familiar ones and little known ones. A slight frown formed as he noted the interaction between Tranquil and Beth, but it remained for only a moment before he turned his bright eyes back towards the Templar leader.
“I agree with Alderic, Ser Maddock,” The younger man replied forthrightly. “We should stop for the night. The place is big enough, and with only a little work can be made secure enough for us all. With fresh water that makes it one of the best places I would know of to stop in these parts.” His words were reasonable and the slight nod of his head respectful enough. “With most of our party afoot, we’ll need the rest to make good time tomorrow.”
He uttered a soft but fierce curse as the sudden darting figure of Ashya nearly startled his big roan stallion, but with gentle words and a soft and calming touch to the side of the creature’s head he prevented the beast from rearing. A quirked eyebrow at the girl that now sat by the fire, but he withheld comment. Instead, he waited for Maddock to render judgment on using Dee’s camp for the night.