[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Casey watches on as the conversation unfolds. Tension has hung heavily in the air since this little band had crossed paths with him, and it's easy to see why. As far as he can tell, there isn't an ounce of trust between the lot of them. How could they trust one another, when some of their ranks are boldly praying to the very god this land was attacked in the name of? The only thing Casey's put his faith in is the inherent strength in numbers. For whatever reason, this group had seen fit to take him among their ranks, and he sees no reason to rock the boat. This is his first time outside of Achaim, after all. Who knows what's waiting beyond each new horizon?



"I'll help you keep watch, Milo," Casey offers, flashing a small smile at the soldier. Milo seems to be even more on edge than the rest of their party, and Casey wonders if the man might open up with a bit of prodding and privacy. Plus, this way Casey will be able to keep an eye on him, though he'll keep those intentions to himself. As far as his companions need to know, he's simply lending a hand.