"Hm...?" The golden haired would-be pharaoh opened his eyes and stood a little straighter in the water when he noticed laughter nearby. At him, no less. One of the guys from earlier with the stylish red trench coat walked into view and introduced himself as Rowan. Rood climbed out of the creek and sat on the bank while unlatching a part of his golden armor that were the boots and turning them over to dump them out, a small Grimm fish angirly flopping out of it and back into the running water. As he did this with both boots, he talked over his shoulder.

"Rood. Rood von Rah." He finished with his task and stood up to slip the heavy armored boots back on and latch them back into place. Raising his hands which glowed a soft, off red, he shook his wet hair with both hands, sending water droplets scattering everywhere and with the combined heat, drying his hair rather quickly. He walked forward toward Rowan. "Looks like we'll be teammates then. Good." He paused to fold his arms over his chest and inspect the ... wow... okay yeah this guy was short. He looked taller when Rood was on the ground, but standing so close in front of him, this guy was... hm. He leaned down, squinting at Rowan with his red eyes.

"You're kind of a small fry, aren't you? It seems to me the Grimm would hardly get a mouthful out of you." His eyes narrowed at the smaller man. "I mean, that's a good thing and all. Makes you less of a target. Then again that coat really makes you more like... a moving small target. A challenge." Rood mulled this over, raising his eyebrows when considering Rowan's stature from the perspective of a Grimm. He straightened up, scratching his clean shaven chin a little and turned west, a direction most likely opposite of where they needed to go, and began to walk forward in his perplexed state. His armor clinked loudly with each step, dripping a little water here and there wherever it went. 

[@Chickn]