Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617103912/@comment-24122282-20140703231840

As Greyson exchanged words between Chao and himself, Saige merely sat in place, taking in every sentence they were spitting out. A blizzard was going to call for warm clothes, and to her, that meant her fur coat, which was a fine piece of clothing for any harsh weather.

"I won't hesitate to slay any monster that challenges us," she stated bluntly, rising up from her seat as their client handed over the map. "Thank you for your time, Greyson." With that, she was out the door and outside the tavern; her metal boots made heavy clinks as she trudged through the snow, taking a few minutes as she made it to the town's entryway and simultaneous exit, where she was supposed to find her "comrade" waiting. Silence rung in the air for a few seconds, as Saige made her way over to a nearby fence post and found the fur pelt she had hung up earlier. In a place like this, where most were well equipped, no one was bound to take it—if they did, they'd be sliced and diced in a heartbeat by their's truly. Finally, she turned her head over to Bryan.

"You made yourself look like an idiot back there," were the first words to come out of her mouth. Her expression was cold and chastising, arms crossed underneath her coat, "storming out on a man who was clearly desperate for our help...and, need I add, offering you money. By the looks of it, you need this more than Chao and I do."