Aeliana observed the exchange between Lirian and Dorian with interest, her sharp eyes noting the tension laced in Lirian's voice. The rogue had stepped forward, one hand gripping the hilt of his twin swords, frustration evident in the set of his jaw.
"What's wrong with you, Dorian?" Lirian snapped. "Going ahead of us like that, without a word? You could've gotten yourself killed."
Dorian merely rolled his shoulders in an easy, dismissive manner. "Relax, Lirian. I was scouting ahead. It's what you usually do, isn't it?"
Lirian's scowl deepened. "Don't turn this around. You never do that. You always insist on sticking to formation. Now, all of a sudden, you're charging ahead like some reckless fool?"