“You mean you don’t even know what in the deepest darkest depths of the Fade is /in/ that box?” Aurin says with disbelief as he snapped his gaze up towards the dark haired rogue. “They don’t even tell you whatever you are supposed to guard?” He pauses. “…I say they because I’m assuming you’re either a merc or a thief. You’re too good to be some common bandit.” The compliment was grudging, but there at the very least.
He set his boot aside with a frown. “Maker, all the rest of my armor at the bottom of the river. They are going to stop giving me the good sets.” he muttered as he glared towards the single boot. He gently shifted to a more comfortable position before he shivered slightly in the cool air of the cave. A glance towards her told him that she was starting to do the same thing.
“Well fine, if you’re going to be that way then its not nice to see you, Seda.” His reply was dry as he smirked back towards her. Finally though the smirk turned into a grumble under the weight of that baleful glare. He blew out a gusty sigh that ruffled his damp bangs. “Maker, I should have just let them sell you!” He grumbled. “They were going too you know.”
“I have a terrible voice, and I don’t have the agility to be a circus performer,” he grumbled before turning to glare balefully right back towards that terrible suggestion of hers. He couldn’t keep the glare up though and it faded quickly into an exasperated look. His eye twitched spasmodically for a moment before he could calm it back down.
A roll of his eyes. “I’m a Templar, and yes I’m sure I /would/ be popular with the men. I look just that damn good. Sadly enough I like women too much to share myself with any boys.” His return salvo was shot between teeth that he was keeping from beginning to chatter though sheer willpower alone. “…look Seda. We are /stuck/ here with no fire and me being pissed at you and you and me is only going to keep us warm for so damn long.”