NPC

Krull & Bedivere
Krull: "Nice armor... uhm.. Be... edible was it?"

Bedivere: "It is 'Sir Bedible, And you will address me as such! Er... wait - Bedivere! Sir B-E-D-I-V-E-R-E!"

Krull: "Ah. Sure thing Master Beddie-Bye." *Rolls eyes in the darkness. (Unbeknownst to Bedivere.)*

Bedivere: *Squinting his eyes.* "Now your just doing it to bother me."

Mewoot
Eroan will send Mewoot off into the group to make rounds, during which Mewoot will: - Perch himself on Flynt's shoulder and tap his beak gently against the newly forming horns, curious about them - Swoop over to Nero and lean up against him, watching him clean his things for awhile - Chitter at Wilkin, Nazili, Bedivere, and Krull as he passes over or lands nearby - Play with Lupus' tail  - Take interest in Tordek's construct and fly circles around it, occasionally ducking in and tapping his beak against it, seemingly amused with the different tones he can get from the metal by tapping in different places - Find his way over and jumping into Passion's lap for attention - Check on Ceridwen from time to time - Meticulously avoid Volsunga

Passion: "KITTY!" She begins to aggressively pet the owlcat.

Mewoot hoots and ruffles his feathers every so often, sometimes turning to bat playfully at Passion's hands.

Passion & Nero
Passion to Nero, with a bluntness almost comedic in nature, "So I heard your Pa's dead."

Nero, softly and after an audible gulp, "Y-yes, for now it seems."

"Oh well I'm glad he's outta your hai-" Catching herself, "Hold on, what do ya mean by 'for now'?"

"He'll be back," Nero responds grimly and despondent.

"Ah." Passion nods in the darkness. After a long pause, "Like my bow-merang... an evil... furry bow-merang." Those observing would see her squinting into the darkness, at nothing in particular but all around in a wildly conspiring sort of way.

Arrishon & Dylan
Arrishon falls in line close to Dylan, "Can't see my bloody hands before me." he gruffly notes.

Dylan, after realizing someone has finally initiated conversation with him, "Aye, it's worse than a fog down here, and just as crisp and wet."

Grimacing in the darkness at Dylan, for he had not meant to initiate conversation, so much as he had grown tired of his mental monologue bouncing of the insides of his head. "Best watch out for the others when we can. Things stir down here worse than the hordes of wights. Creatures of such horror that your mind could not walk away unscathed.

Dylan, with a much more serious and worried manner, "Y-yes sir." he scans the surrounding darkness with a hand on his blade.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2757,2838,0,0]}">Arrishon chuckles to himself at having spooked the boy and gotten him to shut up.