Caine Abel
Caine was completely disinterested at everything around him. He did managed to snag a strip of meat from Veilyn as he was making it, but still he didn't offer any conversation. He was bored, he was becoming restless, and that much was clearly apparent. His foot constantly tapped, his gauntlet made a rythmic tappin on his leggings. He wondered when the hells would their employer would show up and tell them what in the hells they were to do. He also caught glances from Nevae, and couldn't help but wonder what the woman was thinking... Luckily, he didn't have to wait long as their great employer made his appearance. Caine made an attempt to seem interested in his words, but not all of them were worth his time. Caine merely spared the sparcest greeting- a grunt- and waited for the man to get to the point.
Creepy bastard though. Listening to Crow talk made the skin on Caine's ears twitch. The Fighter snorted when he called them a strapping lot, glad that Crow had saw his strength. Though relatively quiet, Caine enjoyed compliments like everyone else- though whether the comment was indeed a compliment, Caine was too thick-headed to really discern the difference. His profession didn't favor the intellectuals after all. However, something did manage to pique Caine's interest. They were to be traveling to Baldur's Gate. Home. He found himself wondering how his mother was doing. His father, had disappeared on an "adventure" some time ago. Of course this did nothing to persuade his son for an alternate career choice. Like father like son they say. Oh, and they were bodyguard a band of gypsies as well... Sounded like his usual work to be honest.
He turned his attention's to Beth-Dagon, taking her in with inquisitive eyes. She was to be their leader? He wondered if she could handle the job. But alas, it was none of his concern, he was there to accomplish whatever mission was laid in front of him, and to crack heads when needed. Oh, how he enjoyed cracking heads.
Upon her words, Caine left the group and retrieved his sorry bedroll, and tossed it to Caleb, All I need, love, is my sword and shield. Though if you wouldn't mind carrying that, I'd appreciate it. I'd rather not sleep on the ground like some elf," he said with glances at Syranni and Araina and grin. Whether it was a tease or an insult, it wasn't quite clear with a man as rough as Caine. Though, he didn't quite like the way Araina called his home a "Human city" and far less the way she talked about accidentally killing someone. "You can try," the fighter muttered under his breath- forgetting about the elves' increased natural hearing.
Then he was presented the scene of Vailyn- in his words- sucking up to the captain. He playfully punched the dark elf in the shoulder and joked, "Easy there ladykiller. It's just not seemly to fraternize with your captain," he said. Then Caine propped his elbow on the elf's shoulder-their size difference perfect for this action-, and leaned on his hand, teasing the elf himself.
"So Cap, when we be off?" Caine asked in his same disinterested tone.