It might not have been the best idea to listen to Amaris but they'd been so enthusiastic about this that he just... hadn't been able to say no. It would be like kicking a small animal when you could avoid it: needlessly cruel. Listening to Amaris had led to him hiking up a mountain, which wasn't an activity that he'd ever anticipated himself doing. Nature was nice, he supposed but just wandering around in it for no reason didn't seem like a good use of time to him. Thankfully, they were actually going to be doing
something at the end of their hike although Rowan wasn't sure how much it would interest him if he was honest. It was evidently exciting for the scholarly type that went gaga over newly discovered entrances to old places and markings that people were struggling to crack. It was probably also quite exciting to the sort of people who craved adventure or the hope of reward; these sorts of places could apparently hold all manner of treasures. The blond certainly wasn't the scholarly type and as for adventure... well, his main association involved being on a ship and given how ill that made him, it seemed better to stick with what you knew.
No, he was here for Amaris, solely for them and he guessed that they only wanted him along for brawn rather than brains. He flicked a glance at the mixed blood beside him, a frown on his face as he considered how he'd allowed himself to get into this situation. With most people, he could keep his guard up, warm to them gradually over time but they'd managed to catch him completely by surprise. They were an eye-catcher for one so of course, it had been difficult not
to notice them once he'd ended up in their general vicinity. They were just so ridiculously tall - he might be a little sore about how they made him feel far shorter - and their appearance was so unusual that he'd gawked. Then they'd talked and it had doomed him. Matters of gender had been so unexpected that he hadn't known what to do in that situation and it had just made him more inclined to let them in. It was probably a mistake and something that he'd regret further down the line, especially as he might find himself tempted to tell them things, but for now, he was grudgingly content.
"Remind me never to let you talk me into this kind of thing again. My feet are sarding killing me,"
Rowan told them, as he shifted his bag on his shoulder, trying to ease the ache from where the straps dug in. He flashed them a thin smile. "I'd smack you if I got a ladder but I think it'd be handier if I just kicked you in the kneecap. Sound fair to you?"
he asked, waggling his eyebrows as he chuckled.
He lapsed into thoughtful silence again as they went over the last rise and caught sight of the cave entrance and the Rangers that guarded it. The small hatchet that he'd been waving almost nonchalantly at his side as he walked was now pressed against his thigh, the young man doing his best to make it less visible. The last thing he wanted was for the Rangers to think that he was coming to attack them although to be fair, even if he brandished it menacingly at them, he doubted that they'd do much more than laugh but he couldn't help being paranoid even though it wasn't much of a weapon; it wasn't really meant to be.
Amaris had told him to bring 'useful' items and honestly, he hadn't had much notion what that might mean. Given their work, he'd guessed that they'd bring a medical kit and so that hadn't left much in the way of items to carry along. He'd settled on the hatchet because it might be useful for something
- who wouldn't need a sharp thing that you could swing after all? Mainly he'd focused on weighing his pack down with items for him: some extra clothing, basic things like toothbrush and toothpaste, and an extra waterskin. The other item he'd brought, which had seemed instantly regrettable when he saw what was ahead of him was a coil of rope. If he'd had to carry that coiled around the top of his arm for the trek then he probably would have felt the weight of it but his companion had taken care of it, spiriting it away into a bag that magically seemed able to fit it and Syroa knew what else. Now, he kind of wished that he'd had Amaris take the hatchet too.
The Rangers certainly eyed it but he did his best to appear innocent, hardly glancing their way as the pair passed, but instead pretending that he was simply eager to see what lay ahead. However, when he got inside the cavern, he suddenly wished that he could go back, realising too late that a hope for retreat was no longer possible.
"Oh bogs! This just got awkward,"
he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand as he grinned sheepishly. Of the three people before him, two were strangers but the armoured and saber-carrying - Syroa's tits! - woman was unfortunately familiar. He had been rather inebriated when they'd first met but she was unforgettable and regrettably, he'd definitely made the sort of impression that would no doubt still be fresh for a few seasons to come. He didn't doubt that Sephira had seen him and
recognised him instantly. What was worse, he could still appreciate her now that he was sober and found the leather armour far
too attractive on her for the sake of his sanity. He gave an awkward cough, trying to cover things up with a nervous, almost manic smile.
"Hi... I'm- we're here to join your expedition, yes."
he told the archaeologists, waving at his companion as he moved into the space, shifting to the side furthest from Sephira as he eyed the door. Now that he was actually here, he felt a real pull towards it and he wanted to know what was behind it. Unfortunately, the archaeologists hadn't managed to get through it yet. They seemed more interested in the inscriptions rather than the prominent hand prints on the door's surface. Obviously, he wasn't as well experienced with these things as these... professionals but if he could contemplate pressing his hand into one of the indentations then they'd thought of it too and
tried it. They were only handprints anyway but he did want to see how well his hand would fit. He found himself moving closer, ready to try just that. What harm could it do after all? Although Sephira might kill him before he got there.
-4GN for 10ft of light rope
-3GN for extra waterskin
-5SN for a small hatchet