It was baffling to Tycondrius how Krysaos could overlook the affectations of his two closest female companions.
"So you gonna help me out, or what?" The fool grinned. "C'mon. We're friends, right?"
"Brother-Captain..." Tycon sighed, "even if you ask that of me, I... wouldn't know how to go about it... But tell me, Brother... what are your thoughts on... Princess Imperia?"
Despite her sharp tongue, the dark elf Storm Cleric was blatantly attracted to the Captain, both physically and emotionally.
Neither were honest to each other... or with themselves, for that matter.
Krysaos tilted his head to the side as he rooted around in his ear with a finger, "What about her?"
"Nevermind." Tycon narrowed his eyes... "And your thoughts on Mina?"
The weapon spirit was single-mindedly obsessed with him. Her and the Captain's souls were literally bound together by a magical contract... but it seemed they had yet to share their... feelings.
