Sydney had been sitting in his seat for some time, the first words of Holt merely gave a amusing grin to his look, a perked brow and a few fingered blades touching the right side of his unnaturally peerless features, some would say it was the work of magic, men resented Sydney for it amongst others things whilst women were drawn to him. It was only the interest travel that kept him far away from others as well as his certain hobbies he would perform on others either for amusement or as a test.<br/><br/>Then that alchemist Eva spoke up, the only reason he could tell was her scent that scent of nature, healthy earth stood out for the most part. Another grin but in the mimic of a smile as he thought of such a woman wallowing in dirt and perhaps feeding on it whenever she was depressed or lonely, an outburst of a chuckle escaped his lips but then a serious glare at Holt and Eva when the mention of the knights came into play, you could imagine the fierce flames that burnt through that black heart. What he had experienced, a normal human would never comprehend nor those who did not possess the magical talents, his fingers scraped rather harshly against the oaken table at the thought even if it did bring attention this sad group he would have to get to know didnâ€™t bother him in the slightest.<br/><br/>"Such irony" the young man shook his head at the prospect, he didnâ€™t care for Holt or the lives of his soon-to-be companions but if the knights were to get in his way, he might accidentally hit them, preferably in the throat with one of his hands. Sydney kept quiet for a while after his last comment, listening to why Eva may or may not be use in combat and only in her knowledge of the wilds; however the most insulting comment of them all was that she does not cook. It was more of a comical stare even for a few seconds that could make the others see the humour, "You don't cook? Bloody Hell..." He shook his head keeping a gesture to keep his eyes concealed, his grin only widened after that.<br/><br/>"Well if we're going to start bundling up, I suppose I'll have to get aboard." Sydney placed both hands on the table followed by the resting of his arms, his figure leaned forward and his lightly blonde hair covered parts of his eyes, as if locking the sights of a beast from view, however his sights were locked onto Holt. "My name is Sydney" his tone was serious and firm as if keeping confirmation over particular information "Sydney Losstarot, Sanctioned, captured by the knights of the drowned Gods a few years ago, and." After the dark intent of carrying on his leaned back "Thatâ€™s it for now" he left off a lighter tone setting the mood back to a peculiar silence before adding "I'd like to take a look at these wilds of yours" referring to Eva as she was the first to confirm she lives in these parts.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about me fending for myself, keeping up or getting lost, I have a knack for...Hunting you down if such things happen" a smile yet again framed his facial expression, that of attempted innocents but his hands lightly tapped on the wooden table either for annoyance of others and to await a reply "After all, I've nothing to do and before you post your status on me." He then referred to Holt "It was you whom gave me such freedom â€œHolding his hands up shifting his fingers in antiques of realization to his memory and if you are to trust me, all of you" he then gestured to the restâ€ Now's a time to prove to you for the first task." He then looked back at Eva whom sat silently after her earlier convocation and introduction "What say you?"