“I happened to be carrying this really annoying, loudmouthed, mercenary that thought it was a great idea to try to throttle me every so often. I also was getting shot at. I don’t think that’s an accurate approximation of my running skills now do you?” Aurin added with glare towards her, a glare that only increased when she grinned. Damn infuriating elf.
He met that glare, but it held none of the prejudice or dislike some of his Brothers had for her race. She was a person like any other, and he wouldn’t judge her by her ears. That showed in the look on his face as he watched her, a and the glare started to fade slowly. “Yes yes, it’s a skirt. I swear on the Maker’s hand…that’s the first thing I /always/ catch comments about. Imenry, Viara, now you…” He seems more accepting of it though, and slowly becoming more amused as time passed. “Yes though, they do, and well I’ve never been really good at that whole rules thing. I keep sleeping though everything they tell me not to do.”
“Oh yes. I see. Perfectly warm, when you’re shivering like that.” A smirk flashed into existence then on his face. “And I’m sure I could find some way to keep you warm, but I have of no idea /why/ I’d want to do something that that.” At least his confidence wasn’t dimmed by his soggy state of being.
“Mmm, I’ve been on missions like that.” Aurin admitted after a moment as he sighed and nodded just once. “Never liked em myself, usually they end up nearly getting me killed and more occasions than I like.” He admitted with a shake of his head. He paused as she paced and dragged his pack over towards him, rummaging around once more, obviously searching for something that /might/ still be dry inside. “Its not really strange.” He agreed with her before he sighed once towards the woman. “But I still don’t like it, I never liked not knowing why I was doing something.”
“You definitely aren’t common, no one common can make me as annoyed as you manage too,” Aurin grumbled half to himself and half towards her. “Yeah, I do follow my commanders orders. Of course my current commander seems determined to attempted to get me killed on a regular basis.” A pause. “I guess that’s the same for you though isn’t it?” Again he shivered before reaching down to pull a blanket and a bedroll out of the pack. They both at least looked restively dry.
When she sat next to him though he glanced up in surprise. “…what kind of ideas would you give me? Punching you or defending myself from a throttling attempt?” He asked with a smirk towards her. He paused for a moment before he sighed slightly. “We are gonna have to get out of these wet things before we can get dry, or we freeze to death.” To understate his point the suppressed a deep shiver once again. At the question he shot the woman a glance. “…I don’t even know how much they sold me for…but I wouldn’t pay more than a handful of bent copper for you. Of course that’s only because I actually am getting used to your winning personality.”