"Damn freezing up this far north..." The Adelan mercenary said in his usual gruff tone, holding tightly to his black horse as it galloped up the gently curving pathway through the forest. "Naturally. The Connlaothian border rests not too much farther. Surely you've been introduced to the harsh winters there?" His companion, the Serenian vagabond asked, raising a brow at him.
The two men rode side-by-side, looking to be polar opposites. Leon's armor was worn from use, his black hair long and unkempt, his skin a healthy olive shade. There was a predatory gleam in his wolf eyes, a sort of gleam which immediately gave away that some of his humanity was all but gone. His expression was cold and unfeeling.
Tri, the man beside him, rode a white horse, and although he looked like he hadn't seen a bed in quite sometime, had a much brighter aura surrounding him. What armor he did have looked like it once belonged to a much larger set, a brilliant red covering his arms and knees. His rusty hair was neatly brushed, and nicely parted to the side, revealing an expression that was more determined than cold.
"You sticking around for the festivities, Greysteel?" Leon asked, not passing him a glance. Tri scoffed. "I don't do mercenary work. I'm not like you. You needed an escort through these parts, and I gave you that." He told him calmly. "You would pass up gold, huh? Looks like you're hurting for it." Leon retorted. Tri shook his head. "Gold is not my primary concern, and even if it was, shedding blood senselessly wouldn't be the way to achieve it."
There was a silence, the two men deciding not to go further, at the risk of sparking one of their many arguments. Both skidded to a halt as they came across a caravan full of mercenaries just like Leon, all preparing to leave with two others... Leon's employers, no doubt. Tri looked around suspiciously, both slowly trotting up. "Where do you find these people...?" He whispered, Leon quietly hushing him.
"Hope I'm not too late to join the party." Leon spoke up, trying to get Clarel's attention. His horse stood beside Gethrik, who Tri gave a greeting nod to, as well as Arden. "My name's Leon Woods, of Adela. A few contacts here in Serendipity said I could find work with you and your partner." The mercenary went on. "I'm merely his escort." Tri explained.