<blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Heck, I like you, I'd even let you take the tour for free. I'd even give you a tour guide. Course, I'm not going in with you, but I'd not mind shouting..."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Theron chuckles and then assumes a look of mock-disappointment. "Aw, no company? But then I might get<span style="font-style: italic">lost</span>! My sense of direction was never terribly great, I only recently learned that trick about moss and trees and how to figure out north recently. I might end getting turned around and going the wrong way," he jokes. "But I believe I shall pass, wouldn't want to get drool in my gear and fur and everywhere..."<br/><br/>The dog notices the confused look Rea gives Eruin, perking an eyebrow. "You know, it seems your friend - Rea, I believe you said - is not only bigger than average but smarter too," he remarks. "At least, seems to realize what you're saying to some degree." He'd heard of strange creatures like that - the familiars of wizards and sorcerers or the companions often accompanying those who were one with the wild. Perhaps this wolf was one of those? "Perhaps smarter than you," he jabs playfully.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Hah, the stories I made up back home were met with the same attitude - turns out, I'm not a very good liar."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"We all have our strengths and weaknesses," Theron replies, shrugging a bit. "Some are gifted liars, others cunning strategists, others still mighty warriors or powerful mages. Or simply very good at being normal, wholesome folk who have a normal life and don't go looking for great big monsters to slay," he chuckles a bit. "But I get the feeling you're not one of those. Typically no-one outside farmers use scythes, and farmers typically don't go for the armored fashion styles," he adds, grinning a little. "Of course, neither am I. Most<span style="font-style: italic">normal</span>folk aren't keen on bulletproof vests either. But meeting no-so-normal folk is a nice change of pace."<br/><br/>"I'm Theron," he added, stepping closer and holding out his hand. "I didn't catch your name, however."<br/><br/>He glances briefly at Rea as she turns away, relaxing a bit now that she didn't seem so riled.<span style="font-style: italic">One less thing to worry about</span>, he mused.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Now, though, the pair had eyes on them as well - both Eruin's and Rea's, staring right back without even the slightest bit of bashfulness. Two could play this game.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Theron follows the pair's stares, grinning a bit as he sees them on the pair he'd noticed before. An idea occurs to him and the grin spreads, looking like a fox who'd gotten into a hen house, minus of course the filled belly and feathers. "Oh come now you two, staring is rude," he comments. "Even if they started it first, excuse me a moment..." He then turns his attention to the pair, waving a greeting as he walks over. "Hello there, my canine compadres! Been watching us for a good long while you have! See anything that you like perhaps?"