Cassiopeia's View a choir of angels

[table width=80%][tr][td]One eyebrow lifted at the sound of the clattering rocks yet the smile on his face never wavered. He had made sure to not step near unstable forms of rocks which proved to be quite a task; perhaps the youngster just wasn't quite ready for an all-out stealth mission. Still, seeing that they probably had no sworn enemies near it didn't really bother him. They were simply crossing this part of the land - an unclaimed, rocky terrain that just happened to be in their way. Suspicious? Not in the slightest. Following the pair would prove fruitless as well; not to mention simply too difficult to pull off. Even Séafra found difficulty in sneaking here; his slight ego prevented him from suspecting anyone else that was not Séafra could pull this off as well as him.

Marmion didn't quite answer, though what was given was enough. Still, the man's pace sped up to just behind his young companion. How about we make this a little more interesting? He asked with the slightest of purrs. While inappropriate things were thought off, he might as well just be suggesting a small game of sorts.[/tr][/td][/table]