Vero’s eyes shifted to Ghaleon and back to Claire, it had been the first time her name had dribbled out Ghaleon’s mouth. Finally he had seen her as no longer as the Rook but a member now,  it was never easily given and for Claire to earn it meant she finally solidified her place among them. He smiled to himself<span style="font-style: italic">”Good for Ro...er...Claire”</span>he thought to himself. Quickly the conversation moved on, Ghaleon’s eyes on Lilith.<br/><br/>So each circle represented the gold they would collect plus, the other groups and even the kill of the  King Roderick IV. This was all going to a seething pile of horse crap and they were gonna walk right through the filth. It was a game, and not an easy game. This would be a game of will’s, blood and tears. Not his tears he assured himself as continued to watch Ghaleon.<br/><br/>The large thud of Ghaleon’s fist vibrated through the wood Vero merely raised an eyebrow at the man that said ‘Was that really needed?’ But still he remained silent as he watched Ghaleon speak to Lilith, he had learned from Ghaleon earlier but had not suspected for him to hash some of it out in front of the group. But it was done, nothing would change what had been done already.<span style="font-style: italic">”A shame I always fancied the way she held a blade”</span>.  Ghaleon’s hand seemed had meant to convey comfort but Ghaleon knew that Felly’s such wound’s whatever they were struck a chord in her that was obvious to the eyes of her companion’s.<br/><br/>Vero sighed heavily as he leaned back in his chair his feet thumping into the wood under his boot’s. “So I take the plan is to not split up, and not turn them under our heel” meaning let’s split and beat the snot out of these losers. His face had a foxish grin and he was starting to feel that itch again. The one that begged to fight and beat the life out of something. And the gold was good yes but it was the blood and the fire of battle that he wanted even if it meant leaving the people to their own way’s without a King. They could always kill the next one, he was sure.<br/><br/>Vero watched from the corner of his eyes as Felly left, his heart was heavy for her. But the other part wanted to smack her. She was a warrior a weapon she had no need to feel the scars of her past. Because this was a job and they would do it right or die trying.<br/><br/>“SO  oh cowardice leader where and when do you not want us? And who do I not get to linger over?” he said and he meant the word linger as he literally still looked over each of the women's heads. He had meant it in a protective way….mostly.<br/><br/>Excitement drummed in his ear’s his breathing deep as it filled his large lungs. He wanted to leave now, tonight. To hell with the slick night rain and muddy terrain,<span style="font-style: italic">” were already late and I don’t wanna give anyone the edge unless it’s the edge of my sword of course”</span>he chuckled at his inner rhyming as he awaited further orders from Ghaleon.