[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Barnabas quickly pulled the hood of his grey cloak up and over his head as he stepped out of the woods, making sure his body was mostly covered, gloves, trousers on right, etc. With just the face visibile, the only animal like signs were his fangish teeth, and the eyes that were mostly pupils and iris. He watched the beorcs, his face implacable and hopefully his animal eyes incomprehensible, but he was worried. They'd torn through those bandits pretty well after all.

Barnabas pulled his worn, stolen gloves on and put a hand on Philomel shoulder, gently, once, then taking it back.



 "Thank you. Really." He said, putting as much sincerity and gratefulness as he could into it.

At Milo's motion towards him, Barnabas jerked a bit, he'd been distracted looking at the funeral and support this band was giving to the grieving town, tempted to help himself somehow, watching Sunny and Casey approach curiously, but with the attention on him for even that moment, he moved closer to Saya, defensively squinting at Milo from underneath his hood, with a chilly expression and remaining silent.

As the argument between the humans breaks out, he growled quietly at the mention of Progress. He couldn't help it, but he kept his mouth shut and didn't bare his fangs at it. No choice but to remain cool-headed, he couldn't afford rage like Caryle could in this situation.

His eyes flicked immediately to Baylee as she addressed them. Another stare, as inscrutable as the one he'd given Milo, as he slowly turned to face her, and shifted his position, still close to Saya. Beasts then? After a pause, he said very quietly.



"Usually, aye." Was all he answered with. His posture was slightly tense, just maybe visibly ready to spring into some form of action but no warning signs of aggression or enmity of fear was clear.