There was a hushed rambling of voices, underneath a makeshift briefing tent, just outside the Ishgardian borders. The bitter cold wind that blew so subtly, was a reminder to all inside. Their presence would be just as welcomed, if they were found not to be hunters, contracted for a elusive prey. Among the huddled circle of races, united by the Adder was larger framed dark skinned Hyur, clearly of Highlander roots. He was not phased at threat of discord within his ranks, neither was his volunteer companion across from him. A Duskwight who equally seemed indifferent to the building confusion. Though the deep lavender gaze of the Elezen, looked to the Hyur as if requesting he settle their colleagues. All he received from him was the slightest nod, and his voice boomed over their anxious debate.
They all seemed a moment, cross but not a voice raised in protest. As immediately as the silence came, so did productivity. Four members; Two Elezen male wailers, disguised as frontier trackers, two midlander female disguised as food & supply matrons. Together looked like a believable group, maintaining the area for the premier hunters of the camp. Diveroix simply gazed on, watching this unfolding while stirring idle conversation.
The silver gaze of Vincent, the voice that spoke up objectively moments prior, never left the dusk. Instead he added a warm wolfish smile, the silver in his hair helped him mirror that pack Alpha demeanor. Raising a hand, and lazily dismissing those words. For the moment he sat cross legs, and arms reflecting on the task at hand, with an eased monotone replied casually against his thought pattern.
Leaving Vincent many reasons to chuckle, when the Duskwight scoffed at "Capable". The only words uttered by Diveroix. " I'll be departing soon, get a lay of the land." Was he truly concerned for someone? A thought cycling through Vincent's mind watching his fellow tracker, instinctively layer in white wolf hide. While the Highlander stood stretching lazily, already adorned in a black plated harness. Arm swipes upward for the face guard, preparing to step in the role of the blood thirsty drake hunter. He believed the task wasn't too daunting, but the discretion was a handicap he refused to overlook. Just the thought of Eudalie smiling up at him at Whitebrim, and of Rivienne's driven expression, was a mental image that mirrored Diveroix who already visualized a course. Vincent took a step in his way, placing a palm on the Dusk's shoulder.
The highlander watched him force by, not a word uttered. Leaving Vincent to humorously nodded dryly, pacing back to supply.
"Tha's quite enough out of each ye, I have no doubt in any who was chosen. My belief in my superior's judgment spans, to my belief in all of you. We stick to the plan, and leave our caravan ready for extraction. Diveroix...he may be an envoy of the flame, but he too is a younglin of the south shroud. Let us forget banners for now...doing so may do some good."
They all seemed a moment, cross but not a voice raised in protest. As immediately as the silence came, so did productivity. Four members; Two Elezen male wailers, disguised as frontier trackers, two midlander female disguised as food & supply matrons. Together looked like a believable group, maintaining the area for the premier hunters of the camp. Diveroix simply gazed on, watching this unfolding while stirring idle conversation.
"A dusk is all they see, and they are within reason to question my motives. Vincent I must say that the company flag, your son bares has a flimsy allegiance with Gridania at best."
The silver gaze of Vincent, the voice that spoke up objectively moments prior, never left the dusk. Instead he added a warm wolfish smile, the silver in his hair helped him mirror that pack Alpha demeanor. Raising a hand, and lazily dismissing those words. For the moment he sat cross legs, and arms reflecting on the task at hand, with an eased monotone replied casually against his thought pattern.
" Here I thought ye learned to stop listening...they are young. Capable but young, they know not a single drop of Intel, that isn't provided by higher ranks and rumors amongst peers."
Leaving Vincent many reasons to chuckle, when the Duskwight scoffed at "Capable". The only words uttered by Diveroix. " I'll be departing soon, get a lay of the land." Was he truly concerned for someone? A thought cycling through Vincent's mind watching his fellow tracker, instinctively layer in white wolf hide. While the Highlander stood stretching lazily, already adorned in a black plated harness. Arm swipes upward for the face guard, preparing to step in the role of the blood thirsty drake hunter. He believed the task wasn't too daunting, but the discretion was a handicap he refused to overlook. Just the thought of Eudalie smiling up at him at Whitebrim, and of Rivienne's driven expression, was a mental image that mirrored Diveroix who already visualized a course. Vincent took a step in his way, placing a palm on the Dusk's shoulder.
"Stick to the plan, and ye won't fret her safety as much. She's crossed their paths this long, you'll cross paths on the streets of cities for ages to come."
The highlander watched him force by, not a word uttered. Leaving Vincent to humorously nodded dryly, pacing back to supply.
" Apparently you'll make sure of that."
