<div class="floatright">(https://images2.imgbox.com/fd/94/V6kQPuWp_o.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Mathis Vaugeois</strong><br/><strong> Location:</strong>Expedition Camp - Outskirts<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><strong>Open/Closed:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Direct Interaction Tags:</strong>Alsiel,<br/><strong>Mentioned Tags:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>Actions Taken:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>The expedition had been progressing well. No real ranger so far, and there was the promise of a hefty payout. Not that Mathis was there for coin, but it was certainly a benefit that couldn’t go ignored. For now, the darkly dressed red headed noble had taken to the outskirts of the camp, not out of any desire for loneliness or seclusion – but it was good to have someone watching the camps back just in case. He wasn’t the only one patrolling, but he knew his skills and was confident in them and the same could not be said of all those the expedition had hired. Perhaps he was being a bit too harsh, but it wasn’t a knock against any of them. His boots trod against the ground as he made an idle path for himself. And as his sanguine eyes looking back to the tents, the thought of a hot meal sounded nice though perhaps slightly later.<br/><br/>While the expedition had no real immediate dangers and that was a good thing, it still meant Mathis felt a bit… bored, too. He was here for the prospect of fighting, and if there was nothing to fight it left him here wandering the outskirts of the camp hoping for something or other to develop or happen. He wasn’t a man who lived for violence, but he knew the art well enough, and there was a certain… thrill to it. Crossing his arms for a moment as he rested against nearby tree, it was only a moment before he heard some sort of commotion not far off in the distance. Looking in its direction, it was mostly strangers interacting. Maybe it’d be a good idea to introduced himself and-<br/><br/>No, that wasn’t right. Among the group that he had noticed, there was an unusually tall man. An unusually tall man that Mathis was unfortunately familiar with for a chance. “Fuck.” The redhead muttered under his breath before making his way towards the group. It was hard to believe it, but the man was someone that Mathis had fought before – it was unusual for him to see the same face twice given his… art, but Alsiel had given it about as good, if not perhaps better, than Mathis did. But by the time their scrap was over, it was time for drinks. They weren’t friends by the end of it, it felt, but Mathis would say he respected the man.<br/><br/>There were some others around Alsiel, a coral haired woman who was either looking for something or just deeply confused about where she was. And a fellow guardsman it seemed.<br/><br/>“Alsiel.” Mathis’ tone was not hostile, but it held a sort of bluntness to it. “You aren’t causing anyone trouble again, are you?” It was hard to believe that the two would meet again – here of all places. It was also hard to understand how he had missed the rather tall man, but perhaps he had been too absorbed in his thoughts.