<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0c/27/7d/0c277d925f71c3f1bc2da87109dbccf8.jpg)</div>He looked at Lyara when she said<em>we all want to go out there and play hero</em>. The look he gives her is... well, it's not really so much that he's looking at her, so much as looking in the general vicinity of her, and not really seeing her. Or anything else. It might only last a few seconds, but there is an eerie intensity to it. "We're not heroes. Heroes are for story books, campfire tales, and bard's stories. This is none of those things. People will die, and they will scream and piss themselves, and it will be a terrible and bloody ordeal, and the stories never tell you that."<br/><br/>As he changed topics back to the bandit, he actually softened his tone. "Grey Eyes, the poster called him. We assume a racial slur; but, Vara brings up a good point. I don't think it's a very common color, but not the rarest I've heard of. And the wanted poster definitely did say '<strong>his</strong>crimes' But you are right Ares, we'll have to consider catching some and interrogating them. Just because they believe it's a man, doesn't mean they're wrong."<br/><br/>The prayer didn't seem to evoke any sort of reaction from Leofwine at all. Chauntea was someone he often prayed to during his youth, as that was his father's deity; made sense, given his vineyard, and that she was a goddess of agriculture. But, then again, his mother worshiped Tymora. Then there was the war, and he got exposed to a few different clerics, including Ares... so many gods. He probably most closely associated with Helm at the end of it all, yet was not a particularly religious person, believing more in his fellow man and woman than those above or below.<br/><br/>When all was said and done, he took off on Tul're, and kept some 100-odd feet ahead of the group. He made sure to keep a good eye not just on the road, but on his surroundings as he traveled as well.