"The Sevens it can't, Boyo!" Draevyn retorts to Clavier's commentabout the storm. Though if one had trained ears, perhaps only a Miqo'te would have been able to hear the driver's approaching footsteps that were hidden by the winds that begin to wail, "Oschon no doubt pesterin'Â Llymlaen to another fruitless challenge! Better here though than Limsa, I say!" Draevyn shields his eyes from a gust of wind that briefly tides against the cart before he continues to look around for more crates to stack up inside the caravan, "Still, doesn't bode well that Rhalgr wants in on this. What with the thunder and lightnin' and all."
    Meanwhile, Tobias had already begun to prepare for the oncoming gale. He springs back to his feet after Lorielle left to Kieaira. Thanalan was no stranger to the winds and rain, but something felt...off. Ominous even. That or the Hyur was being particularly cautious. 'Keeps the blade out from between your shoulders' as he was known to say. Time for more tasks, the first task to make sure everything was secure.
    Maybe the Hyur planned it, maybe it was dumb luck, maybe it was a coincidence. Regardless, Lorielle came into the tent with the Hyur already inside, crouched and working in a corner. His back may have been turned to her, but the moment she entered, the shuffling about comes to a stop. His head turns enough only to reveal a bit of the bangs that hung wistfully over his right eye. Though, once Tobias notices who came in, his body turns only a little more so that he may offer a welcoming smile to the Elezen inside of the tent.
    However, if the two had any interaction after or if they simply set back to work in silence was unbeknownst to any save for the two. Right after Lorielle pops out of the tent, Tobias follows suit and shields the side of his face to at least block any bits of rock, weed, dirt, or any other bits of earth that would try to assail him. A quick glance cuts over to the Elezen woman before he begins to jog in haste towards the caravan where Clavier, Draevyn, and Kieaira are.
    Meanwhile, Tobias had already begun to prepare for the oncoming gale. He springs back to his feet after Lorielle left to Kieaira. Thanalan was no stranger to the winds and rain, but something felt...off. Ominous even. That or the Hyur was being particularly cautious. 'Keeps the blade out from between your shoulders' as he was known to say. Time for more tasks, the first task to make sure everything was secure.
    Maybe the Hyur planned it, maybe it was dumb luck, maybe it was a coincidence. Regardless, Lorielle came into the tent with the Hyur already inside, crouched and working in a corner. His back may have been turned to her, but the moment she entered, the shuffling about comes to a stop. His head turns enough only to reveal a bit of the bangs that hung wistfully over his right eye. Though, once Tobias notices who came in, his body turns only a little more so that he may offer a welcoming smile to the Elezen inside of the tent.
    However, if the two had any interaction after or if they simply set back to work in silence was unbeknownst to any save for the two. Right after Lorielle pops out of the tent, Tobias follows suit and shields the side of his face to at least block any bits of rock, weed, dirt, or any other bits of earth that would try to assail him. A quick glance cuts over to the Elezen woman before he begins to jog in haste towards the caravan where Clavier, Draevyn, and Kieaira are.
