Wait, why? *A frown appeared on Mortar's face, his expression somewhat confused* Look, I know Cyan, and NOTHING you could do could make you look bad to her apart from heavy theft or murder. Plus, even after what you could assume is embarrassing she still went along, even acted drunk for you from what I can assume, until you parted ways at least. There's no way you're a fool in her eyes. *He smiled a little again until footsteps could be heard behind him. He whipped around, then sighed in relief, as it seemed familiar to him. The person belonging to the steps was wearing a black hood covering his face, shrouding what was open in shadow and darkness. He was lightly armored, made of a thick dark grey leather ad what appeared to be thin metal plates down his arms. On his back was a dangerous looking dark grey metal crossbow with a black wood stock. The string looked like a guitar string, a thick bronze colored string strung across the width. On the front was a surprisingly ornate silver bayonet. He stopped about three feet away, one hand on the crossbow on his back, looking right at Reese* Wait, Cross. Stop man! *He looked right at Mortar, taking his hand off the crossbow on his back* ???: Are you okay? I heard yelling. Mortar: Crossbow, I'm Fine. This is just a friend of mine, and we were having a bit of an argument here.