Cameron
*Rodric looked unimpressed with the briarheart's threats, and he responded by picking up a rock off the ground roughly the size of a person's head. Locking eyes with Odvan and holding the rock with his thumb and index finger, he started to apply a bit of pressure. Well, a bit relative to his strength. The rock was suddenly crushed to pieces, scattering along the ground while Rodric dropped the chunk still in his fingers.*

"You're either very brave, or reckless to the point of being suicidal. It's not like I wouldn't expect recklessness from a briarheart. If you just wanted to talk, that wasn't the right move to make."
Andrew
"I haven't been called a Briarheart in a *Long* Time. And I intend to keep it that way, beast." He says looking the minotaur head on, "I haven't run with that crew in a long time. I don't even associate with them, in fact I hunt them, often. Got that?" He says sternly, he turns and punches a deadwood tree, the tree shattering into a cloud of splinters
Cameron
"It wasn't hard to say that earlier, whoever you are."

*A little ticked off by the 'beast' comment, Rodric just sighed and put a hand on his face, still using one to grasp his axe. He'd anticipated a fight, but he didn't anticipate the guy to be so damn irritating about his condition, at least so he felt. Might as well give a little explanation if he'd gotten this far.*

"You've got that thing in your chest, as far as I knew you were waiting to kill that lady there. If you're not with the Forsworn, then what's your story?"
Andrew
"I'm a merc." He says plainly, "I guard people for a living. Left the Forsworn after the Markarth Incident. And that's all I'll tell you, that's all you need to know." He sighs, brushing the splinters off his gloved hand, "It hurts at all times, you know. I live my life in *Pure unadulterated agony*, no matter what I do it hurts."