[He rolled his eyes, irritation clear in his expression as he tried desperately to find a way to make a retort using the word 'dick' instead of duck while referring to the druid, but he realized right before speaking that silent disdain was equally effective. Cute, she said. Plenty of things were cute and didn't come attached to that bear weirdo. Like, why not focusing on Scratch instead? The dog was furry, if that was Nepione's style, and much cuter.
But, off to more important things. He was going to give her the journal and then leave the party again and go scout more, so if the cleric wanted to have fun with a shapeshifter he was not going to be within earshot of any grunt coming from the bushes.]
As if. They know I keep my secrets for myself and that you don't have a mean spirited bone in your body. Water and oil. Or vampire and holy water, which is... surprisingly accurate, considering who we are. I just have a few small tactical things to discuss and since there's a little situation I'd rather talk with you about. Who knows, maybe it's moon related and who is the moon maiden of our group? Mh?
[He brought one hand to his hip and nodded, walking back to his tent and letting her in. She could protest but her words with Halsin made it moderately clear there were tents she actually liked to see after all. And yes, he had plenty of fine things, including a mirror that was never going to reflect his image, but there was a single item he truly cared about. An old, dirty, tattered blanket that rested over his bedroll alone, something he was... sentimental about. But that was not going to get any comment from him. The vampire pushed some items to the side, making her room and placing a pillow on the ground before sitting on another one and inviting her to take place next to him.]
So, I found something... [He took the journal out of his back, nothing more than an old booklet of dirty old leather. It was clear he didn't want to continue with his explanation until she made herself comfortable, but he was also trying to see if there was any hint of recognition in her gaze.]
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But, off to more important things. He was going to give her the journal and then leave the party again and go scout more, so if the cleric wanted to have fun with a shapeshifter he was not going to be within earshot of any grunt coming from the bushes.]
As if. They know I keep my secrets for myself and that you don't have a mean spirited bone in your body. Water and oil. Or vampire and holy water, which is... surprisingly accurate, considering who we are. I just have a few small tactical things to discuss and since there's a little situation I'd rather talk with you about. Who knows, maybe it's moon related and who is the moon maiden of our group? Mh?
[He brought one hand to his hip and nodded, walking back to his tent and letting her in. She could protest but her words with Halsin made it moderately clear there were tents she actually liked to see after all. And yes, he had plenty of fine things, including a mirror that was never going to reflect his image, but there was a single item he truly cared about. An old, dirty, tattered blanket that rested over his bedroll alone, something he was... sentimental about. But that was not going to get any comment from him. The vampire pushed some items to the side, making her room and placing a pillow on the ground before sitting on another one and inviting her to take place next to him.]
So, I found something... [He took the journal out of his back, nothing more than an old booklet of dirty old leather. It was clear he didn't want to continue with his explanation until she made herself comfortable, but he was also trying to see if there was any hint of recognition in her gaze.]