"What say you? Shall we attend this mission as a team?" Sir Erik's response came with a distant tone and apathetic glance. This was no surprise to Croix. Although the templar was a warrior of some renown himself, Erik was a living legend at this church. Any greenhorn tagging along on the mission would likely slow him down. However, Croix was no greenhorn. In fact, he was getting curious. Although he had heard a lot about Sir Erik, he had hardly met with or spoken with the man. To sate his curiosity, he needed to travel with the man. As things became less about finding the lost child - an easy mission, but important nonetheless - Croix opened his mouth to respond.

BUMP.

Croix felt a slamming sensation in his back. Turning around, he saw a young girl, shorter than he was and holding a hand on her head while holding a book.

"Hey!! That hurt... ah, sorry. Sorry." The girl said, confidence falling from her voice by the second. Croix simply laughed and placed a hand on the teenager's head.

"No worries, lass. Just try not to read and walk!" Croix said, gregarious laughter filling his words. It had been a while since something so beautifully silly had happened to him, and a little humor was highly appreciated by the gruff templar. Then, turning back to Sir Erik, he looked the man in the eyes. Those pink, pink eyes.

"Alright, Sir Erik. Let's find this child together. We'll depart whenever you're ready," Croix said, fastening the blade at his hip. The man felt some excitement surging up, a feeling that told him there was more to this nobleman than met the eye, as well as this mission. Croix had learned to trust his gut long ago, during the war with the church of Diadara. After all, it kept him alive.