[Guts is a shining beacon of fun, Emil. Just a bucket of laughs. Though, he does seem to pick up on the wide berth around them when asked to turn around. He swiftly decides he's not going to do this, simply because he didn't go through the trouble of making the trip out here just to leave this boy in the most dangerous part of Draega. What kind of guarding would that be?
But, well, the people they were supposed to be helping aren't coming. He can feel the press of nervous eyes glancing at them and peeking through the crowd and decrepit buildings. Psh. This is why he never does charity.]
Go on ahead. I'll watch you from here.
[He leans against a crumbling stone wall, arms crossed.]
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But, well, the people they were supposed to be helping aren't coming. He can feel the press of nervous eyes glancing at them and peeking through the crowd and decrepit buildings. Psh. This is why he never does charity.]
Go on ahead. I'll watch you from here.
[He leans against a crumbling stone wall, arms crossed.]