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Ryuu began to dismount but before he could, the grip on his wrist made him look to Severia, with a tilted head and a blush upon his face as she rubbed at it. "Oh lay off it, me die? He stated it as a joke and smiled; he watched as she wandered off to set up her tent shaking out his wrist, the feeling of her grasp still there and sent a small shiver up his spine, not many people had enough gall to grab him; but when it came to Sev, it was a whole different story. He watched Cash run off the help with the cooking, leaving him here hand resting on the top of the warg's head. He did not know what do do now; things had calmed down, though he had seemingly drawn more attention to their group with his one action then he had when he joined the wardens. It was an interesting feeling to know, well to feel that he had to be the most wanted person in Ferelden as of right now. He patted Lenwe to show he could wander off and do his own thing now, watching as the warg bounded off towards the forest to do some of his own hunting.

Ryuu now alone in the camp sighed softly, he did not know what to do. He could offer his assistance to cooking, or he could just wander off and do his own thing. He wasn't to sure on this, though the sight of a drunken templar; made him laugh, he walked over hands on his hips as he tilted his head. "Oi Bruce, you know we ain't gonna carry your arse if you pass out," He tried to be playful, showing his friendly side, he didn't know how the male would react to him; seeing as he was probably in denial right now, everyone who drank alcohol had something they wanted off their minds. He knelt down, giving them some space in case the man was a violent drunk; Ryuu wasn't going to take the chance of coming to harm by way of a drunk templar; how embarrassing that would be. He watched the man closely; ready to spring back at any sign of hostility, though to be honest with himself he couldn't keep the smile off his face. This was just interesting; a drunk warrior. He wondered if the male could fight like this; or would he end up running through a tree with his blade. Oh the endless thoughts that entered his mind on what would happen if darkspawns jumped out of the woods right now, would that be enough to scare the templar sober; or would they be watching a man totally humiliate himself in front of darkspawns? Oh the thoughts that entered the elven assassin's head.