With a sigh, Claire turned to follow the limping man while sliding his faceplate down. The grumbling that emanated from within sounded distorted, angry and inhuman. Quite far from anything that came out of his lips in fact, as Tin Man had just wondered aloud as to why the Wyvern Rider was so on edge. Maybe he mispronounced his name. With chattering from the other party dying down, the knight sat down next to Aurich. The armor offered a surprising amount of flexibility despite its apparent protection. Yet it lacks in stealth, as the assembly made quite a jingle of noises before his behind has settled on the grass.<br/><br/>Oblivious to the deep thoughts that the master of battles waged by coins and blades may have, one of the black knight's claw fingers discreetly pointed at Maribelle, then to the busy swordswoman who is walking away. The monstrous helmet simultaneously posed an indistinguishable, raspy demon-speak inquiry to the resting soldier, which may have ranged from which of the two attractive girls would be better in bed to where they have came from, or why two girls with two different sets of clothing in the same climate are feeling neither too warm or too cold.<br/><br/>Or maybe if they'd like to see Lady Laplace' personal park near the castle. She does have an awful lot of wonderful animals living nearby.