With no enemies to interrogate, Tycondrius began back towards his camp. He was looking forward to a somewhat late lunch.
As a matter of course, Krysaos tagged along, talking aloud the whole way-- mostly to himself.
"--so what I guess I'm trying to say is... I'm comin' with you, guy!"
...Tycon had to take a moment to realize that Krysaos was speaking directly to him.
It wasn't a question.
Krysaos had no shame-- of that, he was certain.
Tycon was tempted to take offense on a matter of principle... but in his last quest, his short temper had found him beating one of his close allies to a near-death state.
...When the event was brought to his attention, he realized he had... anger issues. Such a flaw had the potential to undermine his professionalism, and thus, he wanted to practice calm and understanding.
At any rate, everything had worked out in the end.
