Synovia x Vrinn at farmhouse

Syn pulls Vrinn to the side. "I wanted you to know that I will follow the groups wishes and follow your lead, though I do so with some strong reservations. Your mother has been teaching me how to read people better, and I think I am learning fairly quickly. For instance, I know you and Miro are hiding something about your trip to Magnimar. My main concerns, however, are that you always have your own agenda and it seems to take precedent over almost everything, your habit of withholding information you don't believe is relevant, and most importantly your complete lack of regard for the wisdom of others. These tendancies make it hard for me to trust in you completely. So, i will rely on something that both Balor and your mother have been teaching me. That is to trust my instincts. I will not disregard your leadership, but if I feel there is a danger to anyone I will voice that and hope that you will consider the risk, but if anyone's life hangs in the balance I will act to save that life."

As Vrinn listens to Synivoia, not that he couldn't even if he wanted to, he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head with eyes closed and a furrowed brow. Exasperated, the half elf takes in a few deep breaths before responding, his eyes narrow though speaking calmly, also soft, even. "Aye, we're hiding something. We went t' Magnimar for a business trip, th' deal went bad, an' we lost a lot o' gold, among other things. If ye really must know, aye, I fucked up. Ye happy now?" he asks with a snort, his eyes hiding the anger he feels towards himself as he glares into Synovia's. Not even waiting for a response, he carries on. "But ye're right again lassie, I do have me own agenda. Well, sometimes anyway. An' sometimes I don't even know what me agenda is until I nearly finished it. But this expedition? I don't see what secret hidden agenda I could have, do you?" he asks in earnest with a shrug. "Besides, I'm only sayin' that we need someone t' direct us when we're fightin' fer our lives. A tactical commander. What ye do when ye don't have yer sword drawn is up to you. Do whatever the fuck ye want, run things by Miro, go an' shag Gulo for all I care. But while we're fightin' an' my neck is on th' line, you had better believe that I'm gonna do everything I can t' make sure it stays off o' the choppin' block. An' the best way to do that is t' work together. My neck stays clean, so does everyone else's. If ye're dead weight, then I'm goin' t' cut ye loose..." his oration punctuated by his crystalline blue eyes boring into Synovia. His thumb strokes the stinger of the short sword that he's currently using to lean on. He holds his glare for a moment, letting it sink in before continuing. "An' I'm goin' t' have t' call ye on yer bullshit, Syn. Th' only time I've disregarded th' wisdom o' others is when it's been shite wisdom, or I know other things that disregard that wisdom, or there are other things in play that ye may not be able t' see from all th' way up there on yer high horse. Maybe if ye come down t' play with us in th' mud every once in a while, ye'll see that things are not always what ye think they are..."

Syn meets his gaze without flinching. "Thank you for the honesty. I was not expecting an explanation. Since this whole thing started, I have Never been dead weight. As for disregarding wisdom, you forced me to almost kill you when you stuck your hands in a rage pool and tried to kill me, after Miro repeatedly told you to stay away from the pool." Synovia smiles "As for the rest, another thing I have come to see lately is that I don't need to be ashamed of the fact that I was and still am unwise to the world outside of Sandpoint. I also don't have to wallow in the mud to see that the world is not ideal, I am learning that quickly. You know what Vrinn, I have addapted to whatever has been thrown at me so far and I will continue to do so, and I will do so without loosing myself in the process. Now, unless you have objections, I am going to speak with the survivors and see what info they can give us." She turns and walks away.

Vrinn just tilts his head at Synovia, an incredulous expression on his face "No, you haven't been dead weight. I think today was a prime example of being the model companion..." he says, expression deadpan, obvious sarcasm in his voice. "And sure... Go check on the others. Despite the fact that I've stated, several times, and in no uncertain words, that we still need to clear this house first. Good job of listening so far." he states once more with a look of amusement, once again tapping the ceiling with the tip of his sword before moving off to rejoin the rest of the group.

"And who would know better then the ones who have been here how many we should expect?" She heads to the barn.