Once he reached back to the â??camp siteâ??, Gandrian almost gave out a sigh, as he realized that instead of Xion leaving, they gained yet<i>another</i>person for the night; the Drow. Really, it was a wonder why the woman followed them around sometimes, and he had bite back his words about how he didnâ??t need to be quiet. Heâ??d only exercise his stealth during combat, and killing for food was hardly a task. But instead of spewing something rude towards his â??peerâ??, he slowly began to walk towards her form, a cute pout upon his lips. It was too innocent on his face though, making him look too young, and if one was to saw him like this, they would probably take a double glance and ask if he was truly the rumored cold-blooded killer that many talk about.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4080bf">â??You know, Iâ??d be much better at it, if I had someone to teach me.â?</span>he spoke, stepping closer and close, as if he was a predator, stalking his prey.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4080bf">â??Personallyâ?¦one on oneâ?¦bodyâ?¦teachingâ?¦body.â?</span>each word was drawn out like he was humming it, the smooth words accented by something foreign. Once the last word was hushed out, it was like he was sharing a secret with Nekar. Warm breath ghosted over her sensitive ear, almost close enough that she might have felt his lips upon the tip. His suggestion was anything but innocent, yet before she could respond to his â??advanceâ??, the former knight turned and moved towards the fire.<br/><br/>He gazed over to the kill that Xion had brought back and raised an eyebrow.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4080bf">â??That much? Eating in your true form, Captain?â?</span>he inquired, thinking that the Dragon truly was gluttonous at times. The silver-blue dropped his own kill, something that was plenty, if not too much, for himself, and grabbed a few sticks. He had planned to cut up some meat and spear it to cook over the fire, but as he reached back to grab for his sword, he paused halfway. The blade that was usually sheathed on his back was missing, and he seemed to pause in thought, waiting for it to either come back to his grasp, or wondering where he had last placed it. He could have sworn it was just right there a moment agoâ?¦