3rd Cylus 717
With ignorance toward the bitter cold, Fridgar pressed on at Rey'na's side. How could he be a wet blank on an occasion like this? Him and Rey'na were finally getting to work together, a test of their compatibility? Uh oh. While he hadn't been worried before, he certainly was now - what if he messed up the mission for her and made her look like a fool in front of her friends? No, this wasn't the time for nerves. This was the time for action, the time to impress Rey'na with how much stronger he'd gotten since the trials he'd landed himself in bed-rest. "So, who's the target?" he asked casually, keeping his eyes forward. He couldn't recall whether Rey'na had told him already, but it was probably for the best that he was told once again.
She'd brought with her two Assassins from her guild. Whoever the poor bastard was, he'd gone and earned himself a death sentence to have three assassins and a thug sent to his doorstep. He grinned at the thought 'Thug.' he was totally a thug. Fridgar was adorned with a set of cheap clothing he'd picked up the trial prior in preparation - it was likely he'd have to unleash during this mission and didn't want to ruin his leathers. It would almost be a blessing to shred these clothes, they were uncomfortable and looked bad - but they would serve their purpose. With a pop of his knuckles, he asked "Is he hardcore then? To have three of you guys assigned to him, he's gotta be, right?". A twisted grin formed at the corner of his mouth as he maintained his forward view "Ilaren, I hope so."
It had been a while since he'd gotten in a scrap that left him bloody, the last being John Walker, but even then - he didn't last against the Grizzly. Keeping the potential promise of a powerful foe in mind, the four of them pressed onward into the snowy streets of Andaris during Cylus. The dark days mixed with the constant howling of the wind made it feel like more of a ghost town than a bustling city, there certainly weren't many people about in Mid-Town to prove him wrong either. Perhaps it was just the time of trial? The evenings were a lot colder than the rest of the trial had been, the kind of cold that not many people would bother with. Looking about the houses they passed, scornfully, he came to realise that families were all cuddled up next to their fires beyond the walls, he sighed.
Rey'na didn't seem like the type who would appreciate a cuddle around the fire, but maybe if he became a wolf... he shook his head. A tough nut to crack she was, even the flowers he'd bought her two trials ago - she didn't seem to get the gesture. If he became a wolf to cuddle with her, it'd more than likely fly over her head. Maybe you just needed to be blunt about it? 'Dude, just ask her out already - NO WAIT DON'T!!!! That's a terrible idea!' argued his thoughts. Taking his eyes from the homes, he passed a glance to Rey'na, smiling warmly before continuing the press forward. 'Dammit, dude. You should be psyching yourself up for a fight, not getting all soft and romantic like - think about violence or something' he considered.
Mindlessly, he looked around the corner at a cross roads and saw a familiar, blue face. It was Sintih! He was with two other guys. He'd call out to him but him and Rey were on a mission, so, he just kept walking. At the last trill of his forward turn, he saw what looked like a fighting stance. Double-taking, Fridgar turned his head back to Sintih, just in time to see one of the two men throw a punch at him. He stared in disbelief for a moment before calling "Rey!" keeping his eyes on Sin. "The mission is gonna have to wait, Sintih's in trouble!" he roared, before running down the street at full speed toward their Eidisi friend.
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