As Rurik spoke, Verin suppressed an urge to feed him an fireball and burn his tongue. Rurik had always been one of those members he had subconsciously steered clear of, and now, as he listened to him speak once again, he mentally made notes as to why he still would. Atrociously arrogant, assumptive, and assertive. This guy's an A class ass. Still.. He silenced his thoughts, frivolously replacing them with words as he abruptly stopped. Causing both his companions to end up before him just as he parted his lips. After focusing his eyes about Rurik's face, he then shrugged.
"Sure ye wise and all-knowing one. Show thy primitives, how it is done." As 'how' left his mouth, Verin entered a deep bow. Placing one hand behind his back while exaggeratedly rolling the other forward in the direction of Rurik. Despite the fact that he was clearly being sarcastic, he had meant every word. He didn't need to be a genius to see that Rurik saw himself as being better than both Chloe and himself. Thus, was curious to see if he could live up to his self-implied illustriousness. Folding his hands behind his head, he then once again began to walk.
"When we find it, you can show off as much as you want. Chloe and I'll just drop it when you fail."
The second Verin had recounted his run-in at the guild, he had realized that Alex was right. Wyverns were supposedly intelligent, -in fact, he was sure this one was. It had to have known he was watching it to be able to react as quickly as it did when he attacked. Not even mages who had expected to be ambushed, when flanked from within his 'kill range', had been able to parry his attacks in the past. If there was anything Verin was now sure of, it was that the Wyvern wanted payback. He knew that nothing 'Sir Rurik' did would ever change that. At least not without their help.
Something Verin was less willing to provide with every syllable that left Rurik's mouth.