He scowled at the storm elf again. "You just love to rain on a person's parade, don't you?" She seemed so uptight, he wondered if a lump of coal stuck up her ass would become diamond. That train of thought got him wondering about her ass, and how it looked. He hadn't taken the time to really get a good look at her backside, and he probably wouldn't for awhile. At least he could see her face though. Studying her features, she was pretty, but looked like she was trying to bear the weight of the world on her tiny shoulders.<br/><br/>His attention was drawn to the light elf as Kayla spoke about her. He knelt down, holding the flames so he could get a better look at the girl's face. He didn't know much about visions or the spirit world, but it sounded like she would be alright. That was something, at least. He would've preferred to have her walking though. "Alright, you carry her then. I'll take care of anyone or anything that tries to get in our way." If he was going to do that, he might as well pull his weapons out. The flame in his hand vanished as he reached back, only for the fiery orange glow to return several times brighter as he held his twin blades in his hand, each acting like a torch.  He looked to the storm girl to know the way out, and went in the direction she had indicated. "Whatever you say, Sparky." He held the twin short swords in front of him, illuminating their path.