Ghaleon continued his long strides, His Influence over the air around him still keeping any wind from moving his body, giving him an unnatural stride. Despite how haggard he was, He moved effortlessly, as if the weight of the world was lost to him. As the words from his companion filtered into his ears, He nodded lightly. "Force of habit, I'm afraid. In my line of work, It's rare that intentions are pure. Judgment has saved me more times than I can count, I hope you know it's not personal..." He said softly with a tilt of his head. He hadn't looked back to her since he started walking, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.<br/><br/>As the talking ceased, His mood remained, calm and quiet, eyes taking in every detail of the world, committing every fall of his foot to memory. This world seemed so foreign to him, a well traveled being. Nothing sat abruptly right with him, Even the very ground seemed to react differently to his feet. He couldn't place exactly what it was, but the feeling of being watched was all over the shattered trail he traversed. When it became clear that he wouldn't figure it out, even with time, He chose to ignore it, if that was even possible and turned his attention to the woman who followed him. While he had hoped to tackle this beast of a trial alone, he was glad to have some form of company.<br/><br/>"The demon may be the only being that truly bothers me, Though that armored one seems to be a well prepared survivor. The advancement of her armor alone is cause for concern..." He said softly to her, Rolling his shoulder in protest to hiding his wings from the eyes of onlookers. He wished he had trained himself better in illusions, but never really had the aptitude for it. Such is life.<br/><br/>After a little while longer, He turned his head toward the brunette and smiled. "So, Would be Dragon, I suspect the others have gotten their weapons, as I have, I must say, I am curious to know what you have hidden away. A proud Maiden dragon is bound to have retained some form of her Glory?" His tone was laced with mocking, but his light hearted smile hinted at a minor jest, Not meant to enrage but spark a conversation. His body remained loose and aware, but seemed almost gleeful now that some of the fatigue had slipped away. The unrestricted movement was doing it's job well by making his stride pleasant and unwavered.