Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160421214950/@comment-5543592-20160422205516

Crimson blinked at Talin's descision to stay. If you were a fish and fisherman had you captured, you didn't lay in it and hope everything went alright, you flopped around hoping you'd get free.

Crimson, just briefly in passing, wondered if he'd been doing a better job leading than Talin had. Wouldn't be too much of a stretch to assume that much, he supposed. He had more experience, was older, and he appreciated fashion.

Or maybe it was the return of Nissa and Agatha. Or mainly just Nissa, since the Breton had always seemed properly pragmatic to Crimson. An elf like that was bound to throw some wrench into your works. Not that a wrench wasn't bad now and again, but it could be bad when you were trying to escape from a giant moving tree.

"Suppose that's alright." He said with a nonchalant shrug, not betraying how he actually thought what so ever. "I'll make sure everyone gets back here alright and let 'em know what the deal is." Crimson grinned at them, before heading off.