Walk By

The edge of Xeph's lips would curve up on one side, the slightest of grins forming as he spotted the annoyance in the other man's flick of a tail. The brute's red gaze had hardened slightly, clearly frustrated by the lack of information offered. Actually, the witholding of information. He perked toward the man as he spoke again, saying that she was his sister, that they'd been travelling and become separated. "Your sister?" he repeated in the form of a question, quirking a brow. By the description this man had given of the woman he sought, it seemed unlikely that they were siblings. Smaller than himself, purple, about the same age. Xeph narrowed his eyes.

"Never heard mention of a brother," he said dismissively before moving on, though he'd not heard mention of anything, "Who are you, anyways? Surely if your sister was seeking you since you've been separated, you'd have found each other by now?" He looked the big brute up and down. Why was he so interested in finding this woman? He couldn't help but to toy with this a little while longer. After all, the winter had been long and dreary, so little action, he couldn't pass up this opportunity to be annoying and draw this out longer than it needed to be. And if it led him to a fight, then so be it, he didn't mind seeing blood shed upon the snowy ground.