“I’ve been trained to live somewhat in the wilds in case I had to – So I can appreciate the primal and untamed charm the wilds hold. Though that beauty has thorns quite often, and that only makes it even more deadly.” Giving a quiet chuckle, he then hook his head as he followed the Druid, his eyes on the two women as he took up the rear and continued to listen – The ashbound did not seem too wise to deal with should he have to cross them... And that the Children of winter seemed more dangerous, if anything. The gatekeepers had a more amiable goal, as did the wardens yet one had to wonder if they had their extremists who would protect the forest from nything.<br/><br/>With the cabin looking quite snug, he entered after they did, smelling the incense once the first few whispers of smoke drifted through the tiny room. “Mm, the Fey are always so interesting. Can never trust them, they play by their own rules. But if you are properly allied with them, they would be strong at that.” And as she unhooked her vest and bared her top, the Cyran looked to them briefly, before his gave flicked back to Karola. “Come now, it can’t be that surprising...”