[BlueInTheShell]

"I don't trust alcoholics. They have a habit of mucking something up, no matter how well reknowned or skillful they are. Sooner or later the poison has a habit of doing what it does well. Getting people killed." Christoval replied, before shaking his head. The boy didn't even know most of the people he had been signed to venture with, and save for Wisp, would have assumed most of them weren't any sort of major figure in the guild. Keeping his tone muffled enough to converse with Arabella in silence, Christoval huffed. "Someone's reputation shouldn't let them be able to do what they want. This is coming from someone who hasn't even begun a path to being an actual knight."

"Well if yah do, then don't ask her too much about some of the places. If she's super short is usually means she's sensitive about whatever she is griping about. It's something ah picked up real quick working with her." Deadwaltz replied, puffing her chest out and then inhaling harshly through her nose, only to spit out a wad of phlegm onto the ground. "Well yah should count yourself lucky. Ah know some chiefs or lords or whatever yah call them are squabbling. Means at some point people are gonna start arming up and killing each other. When they could be killing monsters that eat them."

Waltz looked over to Kastivi and grinned like a loon. "Now yah are talking sense! The cold is the best. Tests you. Makes you work harder to stay warm. It's why ah like it. Ah used to swim in the deep bits of snow naked all the time when I was younger. Mah dad stopped that when he told me snow sharks would bite mah ass. Never went in snow again. And then ah learned there were no snow sharks when ah tried mah hand in the guilds the first time."

Christoval grunted and set about taking off his cloak, letting the arquebus on his back into display; the blackpowder weapon dangling and jingling. Tucking the garment into his bag, the young knight looked over to Kastivi and smiled, "I am not sure what invaluable lesson I have learned from hearing about what parts of Wisp's feet are sore and where to rub, but I see what you mean." Snickering his face turned over to watch Wisp bending over to kiss Percival, his face going pink. (Percival got to see her chest. Christoval's eyes got the backside.) "I err...Well, I mean, something has gotten to come from it, right? The foot rubs I mean not...You weren't paying attention to me, yeah? Nevermind, drop it."

With her seeds planted, Wisp perched herself in her own little spot, pulling out a set of stones from a pouch at her side and placing them on the ground, moving each one with meticulous precison, though it seemed each stone was moved at random, until she plucked one up and squinted at it, grunting to herself and tucking them all away. "Grey stone. Great. The dead are telling me of bad comings."