[Guts is no where near comfortable enough to admit he was concerned for Emil. Instead, Guts lingers behind him in cold, dead silence, with all the friendly airs of a stone castle wall bristling with armaments in the parapets. His lack of cloak meant all of his sharp objects were on full display, and even having spent some time helping the city, he has very rarely gotten approached by denizens in Draega.
The fussing with the basket gains no comment. He doesn't expect trouble while paired together, not really, but he will still keep a sharp an eye on any suspicious gazes that may linger on them too long. Never know when someone's trap may be lurking around the corner.]
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[Guts is no where near comfortable enough to admit he was concerned for Emil. Instead, Guts lingers behind him in cold, dead silence, with all the friendly airs of a stone castle wall bristling with armaments in the parapets. His lack of cloak meant all of his sharp objects were on full display, and even having spent some time helping the city, he has very rarely gotten approached by denizens in Draega.
The fussing with the basket gains no comment. He doesn't expect trouble while paired together, not really, but he will still keep a sharp an eye on any suspicious gazes that may linger on them too long. Never know when someone's trap may be lurking around the corner.]