ORIN

When Zaide decided to pry open that boneheaded mouth of his and contribute a word or two to the ever so tiring battle for dominance. The fight between the mysterious archer and the Darkwolf CO, although the latter one seemed to ignore the fairly reasonable annoyance Dyzira tried to express; he just went about his way and lead the rambling group on like a lone mother animal teaching her cubs how to walk. Orin would thank the Allfather for not letting the uncomfortable tension escalate, and kept on praying that the mission would end as soon as possible. Though for now, he swallowed that mindset and idly kept on the tail of his fellow soldiers, merely nodding when someone asked something, and taking on the form of a motionless, stoic statue when they didn't. He watched Ember burn the corpses of the damned, witnessed their grim remains float away on the breeze, letting out a sigh. The darker Kiandros had already take his leave and aimlessly wandered the nearby halls, waiting for the Imperial and his half-brother to finish gawking at the ashes, then leading them to the spot where Dyzira, apparently as impatient - and disrespectful, in a subtle way? - as Zaide was, was expecting their late arrival. "Y'all dun?" his brother would growl teasingly, but in a voice that was so low and snarly that it sounded more like an insult. Nonetheless, the whole party got moving as soon as they all put back on their gear and set their rifles to battle-mode, and slowly but surely, they ventured deeper into the heart of the abandoned Site-20.