You feel differently

“I-I dunno Bax. We kinda just met after all.” Bax leans back in disappointment. You pause a moment than continue, avoiding his gaze. “It’s not that I don’t find ya attractive and that, I just canae’ get behind foolin’ round with someone I just met.” Bax looks hurt but still smirks regardless. He stands up as he looks down at you.

“Know what? I respect the hell out of that. I’m not gonna lie it kinda makes me that much more into you.” Despite your rejection he is still in good spirits. “Keep the bottle, we’ll share a drink after the job.” You look at him strangely as if he just forgot about your rejection. “Professionally of course!” He adds in.

“So while we keep things professional, whaddya want me to help out with over here?”

“Honestly nothing, I’d prefer if you head back to main camp. Orcs’ll be here pretty soon.”

“I can help though, you don’t need any traps set or somethin’?”

“I’ve heard your attempt at stealth on the way over here and I don’t think you quuuite cut it.” You slap him playfully on the shoulder.

“There’s a nicer way to say it ya prick.” You say smiling to him.

“Take care Iyda” he says lightly jogging off into the woods. He stops briefly as he looks back at you. “And don’t lose the rum!” he continues, disappearing into the brush. With Bax vanished, you grab the bottle of rum from the base of the tree and make your way back to camp. You find yourself smiling at the interaction.

While waking your way through the woods you make out the sound of an owl. It hoos in a consistent steady pattern 10 times before falling silent. You consider it’s significance as you reach the edge of camp. You pass Petra’s tent as she joins you exchanging a few words as you head over to Krest.