[Ivelliis]

Telryn

"A bandit, a guard, a noble? Who the hell are you," He grunted.

Telryn was fed up. The look on his face made it apparent.

"You don't like each other. You don't get along. We get it," He said firmly, his voice louder than normal, "But the constant bickering, arguing and near fatal fights have to stop, if not for both your wellbeing then for my sanity."

Telryn's furrowed his brow whilst looking at them all.

"Now, poor Ydalon mentioned that fire there," He said, nodding towards where the smoke appeared, "And whilst fire seems to follow us wherever we go, perhaps this time we might try and put it out before it destroys anything more, yes?"

He paused.

"If not, feel free to keep arguing, even kill each other. I'm really not in the mood. I'm going to try and put this fire out and see if I can help."

"Nobles or not, you guys are really starting to piss me off," He growled, before turning his body in the direction of whatever was on fire and jogging off.