Valleus regarded his friend with an expression of equal parts sympathy and irritation.  He understood the stresses of him, but living with the Druid put him under much scrutiny, and at times it stressed him.  Though he knew none of it was done in order to belittle (considering their comparative statures, that point was moot) or to scorn, but as a hard lesson in improvement.  Valleus would not admit it, but he was grateful for it, and though he argued against it, he always took it into proactive consideration.<br/><br/>Then in a sudden second, those thoughts were all blown away like dust in a storm.  He hadn't heard an unfamiliar voice for many years, and his hands reacted quicker than his mind.  One hand drew a sword completely from it's scabbard while the other rested to draw the second.<br/>He felt no need to speak, but rather stand in defensive stance while Goliath rationalised the situation.<br/><br/>Though he felt no connection to the earth and surrounding lands the way Goliath did, he had an old paranoid instinct that they were being watched, but he could never trust it.<br/>His eyes darted around quickly, but always returned to the one he knew was there.