Jamie
**"Wake up. It's `fucking` daytime."**

Was the only words spoken from the man hidden behind his helmet sitting in the driver's position of the wagon. The man in question was staring towards the front of the path not even turning his head for politeness to look at the *Extra luggage* He had to carry with him on *His* Wagon. It was quite obvious this man had quite the serious and perhaps irritated attitude due to the tone of his voice. 

**"We have things to do."**

Yet another simple statement given by the man to add reason to the previous rude statement he had given, vague and quite honestly not descriptive in any shape or form whatsoever, quite the weak conversationalist and indeed quite the social butterfly. It seems the individual had slid out his dagger from the sheathe present on his hip, starting to interact with it by spinning it around or shaving bits and parts off the wooden sections on the wagon, quite a bad habit of his.

He didn't make another statement like previously and instead opted for silence, his natural personality and his safe space perhaps, plain old silence, that and he was obviously waiting for *Someone* To have the chance to get up and respond to what he had stated. Quite frankly, he wouldn't mind if the certain *Someone* Didn't say anything, but he obviously knew he was going to get a response due to quite the rude awakening or short amount of words he had said.
Karen
Shortly after his disrespectful speech did something stir within the back of the vessel, the slight clatter of a carelessly placed empty tankard rolling on the wood floor as the vessel moved about. What ever had quelled the man's already horrible personality to stray further into hell fire, served quite useful to catch whose attention was currently being spent on precious sleep. 

A small groan was their only reply back to the hot-headed knight, having been rudely interrupted from enjoying a blissful sleep. Ever since the veil of rain yesterday, the two were forced to push the wagon through hills of mud, from noon till the pass of midnight. It's simply common courtesy to give one rest after such a labouring task.

Though it is wasteful to sleep through a nice day. Heaven knows how less they come. Letting out a short-lived sigh, she slipped off a slightly dirtied white blanket off her legs. Grasping her honorary priest's cap in which she made an eye mask out off did she placed on a chest beside her, stretching her arms into the air to relax her joints. 

"We are close, correct?"

She said, tasting dried saliva within her mouth. Disgusting. Pushing herself up to her feet, she took grip on one of the barrels for balance, searching for her waterskin. When she had found the filled receptacle, she plucked out the cork and drank, swiveling the liquid to wash her mouth before spitting it out of the wagon.
Jamie
**"Twenty Minutes."**

Straight to the point. It was quite obvious his horrible personality was especially hateful towards everything this fine evening, even though as a servant of the lord he should be one to spread kindness, gratitude and everything good. Seems like the Garbage Knight was none the better from the supposed people they were supposed to be against, how anyone tolerated his behavior up until now was a mystery. 

"You haven't worked much in your life have you?"

The man stated, referring to the day prior on the rather stormy and muddy chaotic hell they were in yesterday trying to push a wagon out of the terrain. The tone of the man had also changed quite simply, like he could decide what personality he wanted to portray on command. The tone of his voice, was now more akin to a person who was concerned for the person, or perhaps just concern for himself- bad party members lead to problems after all. 

It was also to be noted that the man still wore the same equipment from the previous day, his boots were dirtied, there was dried mud across his armour and some parts of his fabric clothing were stained with the terrain from said mud. It also seemed like the man hadn't even slept from yesterday, maybe he wasn't tired form the hard work? Or maybe he had slept faster, not like the *Female* Would know anything, she was sound asleep. 

The man stopped chipping at a certain section of the wagon now with his dagger, starting to inspect it and flip it around dangerously, not that he cared very much about poking himself accidently nor if he probably cared if he would've accidently thrown it or knocked it somewhere like say into the cleric. Playing with pointy objects, quite the fun it was, heck, anything was more fun than sitting on the road continuously for hours travelling on some bumpy path heading to some social gathering of people, a town.
Karen
The young woman clicked her tongue, corking the water skin closed and setting it down on a shut casket. A week had passed already since they laid travel together, and within that duration did the cleric fail to know the Garbage Knight to a degree of being genuine friends. With his unwelcoming nature, it's easy to know why. 

"I am not suited to those kind of endeavors, frustrating as it may be."

Accusing her of being a sloth? That shall not stand. While in truth that she looks like a lackadaisical bird, she had spent her young adolescent years priming her mind and body to be used as an output of the high; and so, her training composes of heeding the grand watcher's command in taking care of many tasks lying about in the temple. Unfortunately, those tasks did not include having to push a heavy wagon on piles of earth and water.

With that, she plopped her triangular hat over the silky silver mass of hair on her head. Tidying up herself before slowly making her way towards the front of the wagon. Now, she sat beside the Garbage Knight up front, watching the scenery before them move as the bright day simmered. Taking a glance at his equipment, he didn't bother to 'least rind off the dirt. Such negligence will cost him, that's for sure.
Jamie
The man didn't even pay attention to the cleric moving up front, didn't even spare her a single stare, he just continued to sit there fiddling with his knife- apparently his knife was more interesting than the female, could be the portrayed message from his actions he had done. Him playing with his knife started to evolve into gestures of possibly throwing it and now more extreme cases of flipping them, he was going to drop it eventually if he kept playing with it like this.

"That's because you're not suited for the outdoors at all."

The man said bluntly and frankly as ever, not giving a care about other peoples feelings in any capacity whatsoever, he just wanted to tell the truth and how it was exactly how he saw it, he didn't want to sugarcoat anything, that causes problems down the line and he could deal with less problems and troubles in his now busy life of trying to take care of this extra passenger he had onboard. 

"It's typical. *That's why so many `die`."*

He didn't have any evidence to back up his statement, he just said it, could be wrong could be false, it was his personal opinion that he thought that way and had such an outlook on the life. The Garbage Knight, cynical as ever and even more-so just a plain old asshole, the very embodiment of the definition, to the full extents, his personality fluctuates so much and changes that it wouldn't be wrong to even consider him a crazy fool.
Karen
Her eyes followed the movements of his knife, seemingly dancing with his gloved hands; dangerously so. It is indeed surprising on how he could maintain the balance between such a thin blade and thick digits. She'll be expecting for it to fall from his hands soon enough. She turned her attention towards the trees, growing more sparse as they neared a village bit-by-bit.

She wasn't quite paying attention to what the man had said after his forthright proclamation, yet what he had added seconds later did not pass over the Air Macen's flicking ears. Her vibrant topaz orbs staring down at the earthly floor as her silver brows narrowed. 

There are many factors to one's death outdoors. Either from natural means, or the hands of fellow man. What fueled them to their demise is always accumulated by foolishness, which housed no room within her mind. That is why she pulled the gambit of joining such a irksome soul. A man whose heart is kindled by harshness of reality, in tune for survival. 

Though comes the time where she also question his own sanity. His subtle changes of personality and rambles of raveled words. Interesting, yet hard to decipher. If this partnership between them would become long-term (which she doubts so), it would be quite painful to maintain.
Jamie
"Is that a bit *Too much* For you to respond to?"

He said, with a tint of sincerity and actual concern for the female group member who was travelling with him on his wagon but most of his tone was sounding like he was actually making fun of the female cleric, this was clearly just bullying. If he kept this behavior up he'd definitely make her want to leave eventually, or maybe today even. He didn't expect this partnership to be long-term anyways.

The man after his previous stated started a moment of silence, originally he planned to wait for her to respond, but then thought to do something else in his spare time. He stopped playing and fiddling around with his knife, stabbing it into the wooden wagon, letting the dagger stand up vertical inbetween him and the Cleric, reminiscent of some old-time promises and trust methods or trends back from older times.

*"Where there is uncertainty, I shall bring light. Where there is doubt, I shall sow faith. Where there is shame, I shall point atonement. Where there is rage, I shall show its course. My word in the soul shall be as my sword in the field."*

He started reciting verses from certain religious texts and books he had read from his church, they were quite modified but they still have roughly the same meaning, his voice and tone was now much calmer and more so just quiet to the point of whispering, but it was still quite audible.
Karen
The Cleric remained silent, having none to voice back to the man beside her. It is too much for the girl, and that she had recently woken up from her slumber. Roughly. In the mean time, she was simply writing in a leather-bound journal, a shard of charcoal for a pencil that dirtied her pale fingers. Her eyes remained focused on what she was writing, the soft singing chatter of the birds being their only companion after such a brief discussion.

The thwack of splintered wood beside her made the Cleric jolt, her head turning towards the perpetrator in a questioning manner. Yet his words, formulated verses uttered from beneath a rusting visor, lulled the girl to relax, her attention in the road ahead. 

"Such calming words from you, Ser Kiel."
Jamie
"Constantly being Judgmental and frank is taxing sometimes. Sometimes I have calm myself with praying to the lords and ladies of the higher abode, for I am not worthy as a mere tool, an instrument." 

His pacing and tone, and generally his movements got a lot slower, has he got more calmer unlike just seconds ago where he was a constant cynic and angry straight to the point individual of action. He finally turned his head- or in this case his helmet facing towards the cleric, of which you could almost feel him try and smile, not that one could actually see what his actual facial expression was.

"I apologize for frightening you. I am just a type of person who is not well-versed in social interactions all too well."
Karen
"Firstly, I should be one to apologize for making you carry me in this wagon."

With common courtesy, she faced the masked man. Her soft voice coupled with such a non-expressive face, her mouth in a simple flat line. Yet her vibrant yellow eyes lingered amusement, her hands closing the book along with tucking the charcoal pencil away. Staring into the black mass beneath the helmet, the Cleric grew curious.

In truth, she had never seen his face before. Even after traveling together for a week, she had not yet seen the man take off the thick steel cage around his head. It might've been her lack of interest at the time, but contemplating it now; it's quite strange to be with someone who you know the name yet not the face.

"Will you ever take off that visor, good sir?"
Jamie
"I may refer to you as extra luggage or as some other insult, but that's more so my personality of referring things as insults instead of anything else. I rather much respect you, and your presence here. We are both members of faith, it is indeed relaxing for me to be able to trust another member of religion."

That was probably the most this Knight had ever said, in that short speech of his simply explaining his actions in a logical fashion as well as explaining his actions from an opinionated point of view. He'd take a deep breath however, upon questioning how he'd answer the Cleric's second question.

He opted for silence, pretending to have not heard her, and believing that the short speech he said earlier would been sufficient enough information.
Karen
"Believe me, I am not much affected by such terms. I do feel much calm with another follower of our faith, even if he is quite the *Intricate* Sort. "

She set a pale hand against a silly smirk, leaning back into the hard wooden board behind them. Indeed, this is the first time she had heard such lengthy speech from the paladin. For once, the two managed to make themselves a close-to ordinary discussion. With this step in their relationship, she could genuinely call him a friend. 

Though it still bothered her that the man is unwilling to show his face to her. *Yet.*