Veilyn enjoyed playing this game with the young Nevae. It was like playful fencing, a touch here, a touch there. The words were soft but they hid a sharp meaning. Currently, the rogue liked to think he was winning, however arbitrary the lead might have been, but the gods themselves likely had not a inkling of what Nevae was really after. She wasn't that foolish that she'd be after love, Veilyn knew that much, and that was all that mattered for now.
Zaccheus announced to the group their next destination, the city of Baldur's Gate, and their mission thereto. It was simple, plebeian in comparison to what Veilyn had past experienced and expected from the enigmatic leader, but he supposed that every adventure started somewhere, often with giant rats or, in this case, bandits. Perhaps he would lighten the load of the travelers, so that in the future, they would not be so burdened with wealth that attracted those who wished them harm. After all, he was a gentleman.
The adagial "floor" fell then into the possession of the paladin as Zaccheus proclaimed her their captain and de facto leader. She offered the party the use of her bag of holding to carry their things, and was quick to assert that Zaccheus had given them more than enough time to reach the capital. Veilyn did not bother to hand over his reverie mat, as it did not burden him overmuch, and the burden it did present was useful in keeping him fit. As a matter of fact, Veilyn brought nothing but what he saw practical and could fit in his pack. He had several stashes in the capital should he need anything, so he did not worry. Content with travelling as he was, he stood back and observed the rest of the party.
The first to speak up was Syranni, the wood elven ranger. Veilyn's suspicions that she was the kind of surface elf that killed people for trouncing on the flowers that grew in her precious little forest were confirmed when she spoke about not needing to bring anything. Of course, Veilyn carried not much but items of practicality, but he did not brag about it as if it were some kind of contest and the one who relies on material things the least would win some sort of prize. Pride is just as terrible a sin as greed. It's as if the girl cared more about other's perception of her regard for nature than her actual regard. Veilyn's distaste only increased at the sight of her horse, seemingly the only one in the group.
It would seem that you rely on nature even more than yourself. Veilyn muttered under his breath, though it was likely that Nevae had overheard due to her proximity. He decided not to waste any more thoughts on the ranger, and turned his attention to Balthazar. Veilyn hadn't yet formed an opinion on the man, but it was clear that he was not right in the head. He currently observed the man as he arrived, quiet, and seemingly lost in his own thoughts. The one time that Veilyn had interacted with him at length revealed that he was somewhat absent minded. In fact, he seemed like a kid, and it made Veilyn wonder why Zaccheus brought him on. The man had his own motives, and that's all Veilyn had to say about that.
The time to depart seemed to near, and in case Caleb did not pick up that he too was ready, he spoke up. "I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, my lady Beth-Dagon," He bowed comically low and gave her a a playful, mocking smile, and then finished, "If you'll have me, that is."