       Tobias was casual in his pace when setting the tent. It might prove little difficulty in pitching, but he would have it erect well before the sun takes it's last light over Thanalan. As he works, he begins to check off mental notes and summarizes the situation and the members of the caravan thus far.
       From Ul'dah to Black Brush Station without so much of a hitch. From Black Brush Station to...to...Seven Hells they barely made tracks. For the most part, the entire traveling company remained silent. That all changed when they were derailed by a Toxic Toad. The two Chocobo's had run off in a frenzy, causing one to actually impale Tobias though other than that and Clavier being poisoned, no other serious injuries took place. They fell the beast, though Draevyn had lost his spear in the process for the time being. Fortune decided to assist them in finding the two run-away birds fairly easily and now they were all hopefully out of harm's way with dusk approaching.
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       Mental notes and summarization lastly fall upon Draevyn. The two had history, that might have been clear to some as they seem to act more familiar than that of a regular employee and employer would be. Limsa Lominsa was the only thought that crosses Tobias' mind as the driver suddenly saunters up to him.
  "Seven Hells is that?" Tobias starts with an incredulous look at the sharpened stick. His tone casual and even.
  "M'ah spear." Draevyn's demeanor returned in kind. The two continue to converse casually, though loud enough for anyone to hear if they were to focus on the conversation.
  "You mean a toothpick?"
  "It'll take some time for the toxicity and filth to dissipate from the carcass, if it does at all. Even then, damned thing might have slid into the belly of the beast so I'm not sure how willin' I am to get it back. So unless you have a better idea, yes--a damned tooth pick."
  "Fair enough."
  "Need any help with this thing?"
  "Aye, why not?" Tobias accepts with a small shrug as the two begin to work at what is left of erecting the large tent.
       Neither men look towards the caravan or anywhere else as they talk, eyes kept on each other or the tent.
  "Enjoy your time with the Miqo'te?" the next question from Tobias comes while they work.
  "Heh, saw that did ya?"
  "No need to. She passed by coming from your direction. Besides, not like it was not myself who taught you to do that."
  "Oi!" Draevyn's laugh louder than their conversation, but he regains control of the volume and mocks, "O'course you did. Tobias, great lover of many a women, ye'? So suave and smooooth."
  "Funny." a dry reply.
  "And don'think I haven't seen the way you catch eyes with both of them lasses. Especially the Elezen."
  "Twelves take you, Draevyn! We exchanged pleasantries while she was busy making sure that I was not taken instead!" he protests in earnest.
  "Menphina's tit! Alrigh', what about the other girl?"
  "What about her?"
  "I heard you when ya both were back in the caravan before the damned Toad attacked. The same way you taught me, right?"
  "Seems you did not notice her reaction then."
  "Hah, losin' your touch, eh?"
  "Who said I ever had it?"
  "Bah! Menphina's tit!"
       The two continue to work in silence, the tent nearly complete when another conversation comes forth.
  "Earlier...." Draevyn begins.
  "There are a lot of earliers." Tobias calm and genial, already knowing where this was going.
  "Ya know which earlier."
  "And?"
  "You're a right arse when you need ta-be. I'm trying to say sorry ya Shite."
  "Let it go, Draevyn. We can ill afford to live in the past."
  "And how much have you let go?"
  "More baggage than one-hundred Chocobo's can burden."
  "Th'heh, baggage...." Draevyn's eyes slightly widens just as Tobias does as well; both come to a realization at the same time.
  Whispers from Draevyn "Did you...?" words fade as blue eyes dart towards the area of the caravan where everyone was seated.
  "Not since the attack." Tobias whispers in response. No one able to hear lest they were somehow right next to the men without them noticing.
  "Thal's balls. I have it here. Go..." Draevyn signals Tobias away with a slight head gesture before taking over the basically complete tent.
       The raven-haired Hyur moves and picks up a small crate before he too goes towards the caravan where Kieaira, Lorielle, and X'ahce are nearby.
