Aurin hopped like a bull instead of like a fox. His tread shook the roofs when he landed, and he thanked the Maker for the forethought the redhead had. Sturdy roofs were definitely what he needed. He pounded down the roofs after the woman. He stopped suddenly at the end of the road as Azabeth worked her own brand of magics from on the window. It was difficult to work his armored and broad-shouldered form though the window. He grunted, and wedged himself in however. Partly with her help, and partly with his sheer force of will.
He glanced around the small building with a wry smile as he reached up and pushed the hood of his cloak away from his head. He shook out his hair before running one gloved hand though his hair. He watched the woman carefully with wry eyes the color of pure sapphire. “…well…”, his comment drawn slowly from his lips. “…this isn’t exactly what I thought of when I thought of meeting you again.” A dry chuckle then before he shook his head slightly.
“Interesting is the only kind of trouble to find, fox,” he quipped. “Wouldn’t you agree?”