Bram was cursing himself for letting himself get caught as easily as he had been. To be fair, he was tired and hungry, but that was no real excuse in his mind. How many stalks had be been on with his father and how many ambushes had he himself been a part of while deployed. He was trying to justify all this in his mind while taking in the sights before him. It was on the stranger side of what he could imagine.<br/><br/>He resigned to his fate at least in the sense that he was being brought closer to the source of the pleasant smells of well cooked meats. What he saw when they reached their final destination made his eyebrows raise in a fair bit of surprise. The woman in front of him was absolutely stunning, but the horns looked as if they were actually part of her. Further, their presence did not detract her attractiveness in the slightest.<br/><br/>She was clearly a woman of power, and considering the company she apparently kept, she was likely very capable and ruthless.<br/><br/>He sized her up and she did him, unflinching at her proximity. He may have had her by a few inches of height and several dozens of pounds of muscle, but she was very much presenting herself as the one in control. And whether he liked it or not right now, she was.<br/><br/>He cocked his head slightly at her comment and question, one eyebrow raising. "I've not seen any temple. I acquired these robes in fair trade in my travels. I am new to this land. I was drawn to the revelry hear simply because I'm getting tired of the rations I've carried."