Roland's fingers were only half covered by the leather gloves he wore, perfect for running his fingers through the worg's fur as it gnawed on the haunch. "<span style="color: #0000ff">You eat better than we do anyway, so you should be more than happy to-</span><span style="color: #808080">" Nadi had done well to keep herself hidden, and in fact Roland was clueless to her subtle approach. He pet Blacktooth with rough rustling along his neck, he had just picked up the second haunch and was about to feed it to his worg when Nadia spoke up. Blacktooth jumped to attention, spreading his front paws apart and puffing up his fur as he lets out a series of sharp blaring barks. Roland was entirely unprepared for this, he jumped back and fell on to his rear kicking up loose bits of straw. For a brief moment he scrambled away from the creature eyes wide and leaden with fear. It was only once he hit the wall at the opposite end of the stable that he saw Nadia, his breath falling flat with one deep exhale "</span><span style="color: #0000ff">Oh....</span><span style="color: #808080">"</span><br/><span style="color: rgb(128,128,128)"><br/>
The warrior's head lowers, a low rumble of a chuckle escaping his lips as his cheeks turn red "</span><span style="color: #0000ff">This is embarrassing...</span><span style="color: #808080">" Standing slowly his hands glide over his plates and chains, freeing bits of straw letting them fall to the ground at his feet. "</span><span style="color: #0000ff">Blacktooth! That's enough! This is why nobody likes you!</span><span style="color: #808080">" His own voice bellows, deep and heavy through the air as he approaches the worg and at the same time nears Nadia. Blacktooth, only once Roland had returned, ends his barking instead muffling his anger in to an unending growl. Roland's hand falls to the beasts mane, ruffling it as he crouches to grab his hammer from the straw. His head turns upward as his shoulders dip down, sizing up the leather clad figure before him. Honest was the short laugh that passes his lips, smiling down to Nadia as he once more erects himself and offers the woman a lofty raised brow. "</span><span style="color: #0000ff">You one of those sneaky types? Think you can just whip around behind a skeleton and stab it in the back? They don't have hearts, or lungs, or even livers. If you want to fight, I will carry you with me on my worg, but today we face thousands. Are you sure you want to risk your hide?</span><span style="color: #808080">"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>