The sun had cleared some the ever present puddles that filled each one of Vero's heavy steps. He could be silent as a dark jungle cat but his size occasionally ruined his surprise and his chances of being tracked. A bitter part of being the masterful work of the gods. But he would not let his mind linger over such dark thoughts, his fists clenching in his lap. Vero had found a decent boulder to use as a chair and had sat in silence as the rain had fallen around him in the earlier hours.<br/><br/>But with the break in the storm revealing the sun's warming rays he had dried out mostly, now only the sound of songbirds and the ever delicate drip of the water into puddles. The others were taking their time,<span style="font-style: italic"> women</span>he scoffed with a snort. But Vero couldn't grumble too much, he enjoyed the smell and ever delicate forms woman came in. Vero dropped his head lower as he shook it from side to side. He didn't need women on his brain no matter how pleasant, besides he would be paired with the rook. And no offense to her,  but he always felt her waver when he was in the same vicinity as the girl. He made her full of unease,  this would make their mission the more difficult. Vero had to clear himself of any and all notions to not spook the rook. She needed to trust him to have her back. To slice their enemy down. God's this was going to be a draining mission, what was Ghaleon thinking?<span style="font-style: italic"> Yes let's pair the rook with the object of her hated, yes so smart Ghaleon. Not</span>he thought to himself darkly.<span style="font-style: italic">Plus I still owe him that punch in the face</span>he thought with pleasure.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> "No no peace"</span>echoed the demon liking Vero's thoughts of violence.<span style="font-style: italic"> Don't get too excited I said a punch not his life,  chill</span>he thought too the creature who in turn sighed in disappointment. Trying to take his mind from anymore violent thoughts he pulled his pack from his shoulders pulling back the flap revealing an assortment of dried fruit. In the center laid a green apple, fresh from the market this morning he had liberated it off the cart with ease.<span style="font-style: italic">They should call me nimble fingers. Hah get it! Dammit I've got to stop that</span>again trapped into his own thoughts. A hand raking over his short mohawk, down his face. Finally raising the green apple to his lips savoring the sweet tart flavor.<br/><br/>"Where in the Hell are they not at?"he spoke to himself as he took another juicy bite. Waiting for his group to hurry the Hell up.<br/><br/><br/>Via DragonGrame... Rawr