Alex preferred the dirt path over the grass. He gave a small nod when she spoke, but no more. He wasn't one for conversation, and he didn't really know where she was going. 

He followed Vayla through the grass, leaving brown grass footprints behind. When they reached the trees he was glad for the cover though it soon lifted to reveal an arena like place. It looked like a place where campers could practice by fighting each other. "Why are you showing me this? I'm sorry, I don't want to fight anyone. Vayla I really just, this is nice and I glad you worked so hard for your camp," he didn't look glad, he looked upset. "But if your looking for people interested in fighting I'm not the one your looking for. I'm a bomb waiting to explode, everyone here would be safer without me".