[center][b]Whimsical[/b] - [u]Dire Mountain[/u] - Floor 1[/center]

[b]"Listen,"[/b] Whimsical said with a grunt. [b]"If you're going to dramatically respond everything I ask, we won't work well together."[/b] The thing is; he didn't like her saying these things. She could basically answer yes and no and boom, they'd be friends and hunt together. The simplier, the better- that was how Whimsical viewed conversations and interactions. He took a time to check his exp bar; woah, he was literally a single monster away from level 16. Probably because of that minotaur he had slain moments ago- it did boost his exp pretty nicely. As she began to climb the hill, he was about to follow after, but something kept him from- the way she turned around with her rapier- naturally, his grip tightened around the axe, but yet, he didn't take it on his hands. His confusion became confused when she started to speak.

The hell was she going about? Did she notice someone? Well... Whimsical made a mental note to increase his perception skills for things like this. He could be easily followed and wouldn't notice until too late with such low perception, after all. Turning himself, he eyed as whoever was following them showed himself. Whimsical couldn't help but roll his eyes with a loud, audible annoyed grunt. [i]Here we go again...[/i]