As Wolfe and Daniel approached the wall, Der could only stare in silence. He had tried to find a reason for why the group should abandon this fooling endeavor, but while he was not a slow thinker, Daniel and Roley had not left any time for him to make his case, leaving him at a loss for words.
"You two really don't get along.." Muttered a youthful voice that came from beside him. The owner of the voice was Ian who, at some point after the end of the conversation, had walked closer to the old warrior. "But I get it, I don't get along with him either, even though he is my ancestor. He is kind of a tool.."
As he spoke Ian desperately tried to discern the warrior's reactions to his words, eager to form a connection with one of the party's core members. But, unfortunately, the plate helmet made it almost impossible. It was only when Ian called Daniel a tool that the young man was able to hear what he could only describe as the mildest chuckle in history.
