Snippet #1370514

Once the man had surrendered Ryuu whistled letting Lenwë know the battle had ended. The warg slowly padded back to his side sitting there. Ryuu himself watched the male closely, though bow had been restrung to rest on his back, and left there. He knew he was not needed to keep the man in check with Blysse was standing there arrow already notched and ready to fire. He listened to the man, the thought of a templar being killed by the bandits they had so easily bested was quite amusing to him, then again he had bested a templar himself when he was working for the crows. "We killed a bandit troop not long ago. Though no child had been amongst their ranks, at least none that i could find in the perimeter after we had finished them off." The Templar then asked for the parties trust. An amusing gesture, though one they could use to their advantage. "I know I'm far from the leader of our motley crew, but I saw we give him the benefit of doubt, who knows it could be worth our own benefit."

He had voiced his opinion, wither the action was carried, or abandoned it wasn't his to choose or his right to guess. He would follow the orders set forth, and continue to do his own duties, though lacking as they maybe. He felt uneasy as well, the words from the templar about the rain spurred his own mind on what could be going on just beyond this forest. He rested a weary hand on his mount's head scratching just between the ears, a way to comfort himself and to show Lenwë that nothing was wrong with him, for the over-sized mutt could always tell when something was bothering him. He continued the actions of his hand as he watched Severia, trying to see any change in facial features to figure out what her decision would be, though failing miserably. Warriors were so hard to read sometimes never showing facial expressions unless it was the angry look of a war-cry, or that of anguish from pain. He chuckled alittle to himself as his thoughts grew a voice. "I truly need to find sometime to myself, I'm beginning to read to much into situations like these" Once that though had been voiced; his mind went blank and he stood there, feeling like time had frozen, only knowing better due to the soft pitter patter of the droplets from the tree leafs and underbrush that had been soaked during the heavy rains.