Rathsvith, while perhaps not quite dressed appropriately for their surroundings, did not seem to be phased much by it at all. In fact, he looked positively
cheerful compared to his usual brooding and often stoic faced self. This was, in large part, due to feeling like he might actually have
purpose again.
The rest of it had more to do with his actual excitement for the landscape that they found themselves in. Reaching up to stroke his beard, his voice came out a low rumble as he glanced towards the death guardian at his side.
"I am afraid I do not share your discomfort. In fact, I find these surroundings to be quite a liberating change compared to our former homeland." His voice boomed, a low rumble, before darkly painted eyes narrowed at the other man.
"You are familiar to me, but I can not place why."
Suddenly, spying movement out of the corner of his eye, he stopped, reaching out a hand to press against Aerons chest, stopping him in his tracks.
"We are not alone." He nodded towards where a figure stood, a feminine figure, not yet noticing the hunters arrival.