lavitz/foxe | afternoon.
"Yes," Foxe said without missing a beat. The sun had yet to set and though there was a certain feeling of anticipation in the air that would almost certainly grow as dusk approached, Foxe didn't find himself minding just yet. Glancing over at Lavitz, he smirked and continued on in full armor with weapon hanging off his back. Fighters were needed for these sorts of festivities; there were simply too many dangerous people getting intoxicated. Someone almost always got into a fight and tried to set someone else on fire and someone needed to be there to stop it.
"It's also too early for you to have that look on your face," Foxe said with a wise nod. "I know they're taking you out against your will, but you have this look about your eyes..." he motioned vaguely at Lavitz, a teasing glint in his eye, "it's begging for help."