Standing tall, thinking about how the group must have seen him, standing up to a tall elf. All good things must come to an end however, and the woman walked right past him without more than a confused look.<br/><br/>As if he had been hit in the ribs he bent over utterly defeated, put in his place by a woman he did not know the name of. Shew would have rather talked to a little human girl, than him.<br/><br/>Taking every last bit of dignity he could fit in his hands off the ground he moved away from the fire and sat outside his tent. Facing inside the empty living area. He didn't feel much like talking to anyone.<br/><br/>He looked over his shoulder, his mask farther up his face than normal almost not showing his eyes. He was looking at the elf and the girl talking, He had wanted to maybe take the role of the leader, the girl was too young and didn't know much about the outside world, Razor was blind and had his episodes. The human male did not seem like the type to take charge. That left the elf who was a newcomer, and the fox who was still sleep.<br/><br/>Foran maybe thought in his eyes that he was the only one right to fit the role of leader, this was turning out to be so far from the truth it stung.<br/><br/>A silly thought of the fox waking up to find Foran the leader of this ragtag group, the shy hurtful Ramen, leading this elf that the fox had not seen before and a skilled killer merc.<br/><br/>Ignoring the idea he flexed his hands in his gloves and started to pick at a hole in the leathery fabric.<br/><br/>He felt a sharp prick of jealousy towards his long friend Razor, the blind younger Ramen was fitting into the group better, he had a place. Foran started to plan leaving, once they made it to a town, he would leave in the night, he knew best how to get away from the other Ramens enhanced senses. He would leave and let Razor stay unburdened, he deserved a place he could call home and friends.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>