To Flints (quite pleasant) surprise no group of angry templars or venatori burst through the forest around him; instead his eyes were greeted with the site of something far more deadly-a lone Orlesian woman. The sight of the newcomer made Flint immediately lower his shield and mace while uttering an audible laugh; the wicked piece of bone crushing steel now hanging limply from his right hand as if it were a harmless stick he'd picked up off the ground. The deep bellowing grunt like laughter that escaped his mouth could even be heard over the rain which had seemingly returned yet again despite Flints best wishes.

Quickly Flint fell in step with his much better looking counterpart; his short stubby body a mass of jangling armor as he did his best to keep up with the much taller Erika. In all honesty the sight was a rather comical one.

"So your saying I [i]shouldn't[/i] have brought half a back pack full of Gaatlok?" Flint barked back light heartedly towards Erika; apparently finding it funny that he was running around with enough explosives to blow a house sized hole in the mountainside strapped to his back. "They did say they wanted the operations [i]'shut down'[/i] after all." 

To those that knew Flint his over the top almost reckless antics were not only common place but surprisingly more often then not got the job done without somehow killing himself in the process: not to mention the piles of bodies and attention often left in his wake. If he took the time to think about if he might have come to the realization that it was because of those very reasons he had been getting "partnered up" with more level headed individuals with more and more frequency as of late: people like Erika had a way of convincing Flint to curb back his usual risky behavior.

Just as Flint finished filling Erika in on the fact that he had enough explosives to blow them both up ten times over they made their way into the opening of the cave Erika had been leading the pair towards-the large expanse of tunnels inside twisting well into the darkness and out of sight. 

Pausing for a moment to catch his breathe Flint took a moment to bask in the comfort of the cold stone walls that now surrounded them-his brief moment of serenity however was torn away as the all to familiar sound of laughter could be heard echoing down the tunnel. Only there was no trace of humor behind this foul cackle, instead it was a sick and twisted evil kind of laughter; the sort of bone chilling noise that is so far removed from having anything to do with something funny that any ear can immediately make out the difference. 

It was a noise Flint had heard far to often in his short life on Thedas.