He would chuckle at the effect he's had on her, her tail fluffed, eyes widened, a sigh of relief to know that she wasn't about to get ran through. He'd reply "And are pirates not capable of more than pillaging?" he'd tease with a smile.
His appearance would turn a bit more somber and he'd reply "But alas, it would matter not to me what cause you derive yourself from. Whatever happens out of Ishgard is no cause of concern for me. I have a cause to strive for, and it would not be pertaining to dealing with pirates, unless excepting the fact you were to step into Ishgard soil"
He would put his blade back into it's sheath and lean it up against the tree and stow away the oil and the sharpening stone back into the pocket from hence it was retrieved. Leaning onto his back and pulling his knees to his chest close he'd suddenly arch his back and effortlessly spring off the ground in a half front flip. he'd brush his back off with his hand and straighten his clothes. Peering out into the now darkening forest he'd contemplate leaving but the fire was to inviting. He'd walk over and sit cross legged in front of the fire and look to Aiswynd...
"Would you mind if I bothered you for a fish? I have the gil or perhaps could offer a turn at the spit?"
((Quoted the part that pertains to me so the conversation will be easier to follow))
His appearance would turn a bit more somber and he'd reply "But alas, it would matter not to me what cause you derive yourself from. Whatever happens out of Ishgard is no cause of concern for me. I have a cause to strive for, and it would not be pertaining to dealing with pirates, unless excepting the fact you were to step into Ishgard soil"
He would put his blade back into it's sheath and lean it up against the tree and stow away the oil and the sharpening stone back into the pocket from hence it was retrieved. Leaning onto his back and pulling his knees to his chest close he'd suddenly arch his back and effortlessly spring off the ground in a half front flip. he'd brush his back off with his hand and straighten his clothes. Peering out into the now darkening forest he'd contemplate leaving but the fire was to inviting. He'd walk over and sit cross legged in front of the fire and look to Aiswynd...
"Would you mind if I bothered you for a fish? I have the gil or perhaps could offer a turn at the spit?"
((Quoted the part that pertains to me so the conversation will be easier to follow))
