Effortlessly, Ryo studied his map as he dressed. His armour was simple; a soft lining of charmed wool beneath an assortment of leather plates, his arms were kept bare as he detested any sort of restriction. With their destination locked in his mind, he carefully folded the map and secured it in his sack. They were to head north, into the Wolfrum faction, in search of a spellcaster. He peered over to Dark; whose attempt at getting up was to slide down to the edge of the bed and nap above the covers, and sighed.<br/>“As much as I enjoy watching you lounge in your underwear, we have to go,” he announced, tugging at his dozing partner.<br/>With one eye slightly open, Dark whined as he was pulled from the bed. He stood limply, clinging to Ryo as he adjusted to the land of the living.<br/>“It’s pointless, Ryo,” he began. “All we’re doing is tiring ourselves out until one of the factions finally kill us.”<br/>The cat-like man opened his mouth to protest but remained silent. Instead he pursed his lips and glared down. He was not ready to admit defeat and even less prepared for his partner to give up. Dark caught his stare and froze; unwittingly his legs buckled and his eyes did not waver from Ryo. He felt trapped in his stare.<br/>“I’m just tired of running,” Dark clarified mildly, breaking the silence.<br/>“I know,” Ryo sighed, softening his expression as he bent down to kiss his lover’s forehead. “Won’t be long now, I promise.”<br/>They embraced and parted. Humming softly, Dark dressed. He fingered the rings which he wore around his neck; one was his family’s emblem which had since become too small for his fingers and the other his wedding band, too precious to risk slipping off his finger during battle. He tucked the chain beneath his vest and patted them. He looked to Ryo, who stood waiting at the door, and followed.<br/><br/>Once returning the key, they awaited food. Dark looked at the Inn’s visitors, his fingers twitched for his bow as he stood faction-less among them.