blood in the water

Caedes regarded Aresenn's advice with a silent nod, his expression betraying little emotion as he absorbed the counsel. He had little patience for sentimentality or unnecessary pleasantries, preferring instead to focus on the task at hand, so it was very welcome that the fiery male jumped directly into his advice-giving.

With a flicker of annoyance at the reminder of the obvious, Caedes spoke in a low, gravelly voice. "I fought to win," He stated bluntly, his gaze sweeping over the rugged landscape with a calculating edge. "I don’t need compliments, I need to adapt. It was too much wasted movement." An agitated pause. "This terrain is foreign to me." His tone was laced with some small amount of contrition. He struggled much more than he was comfortable with in that fight, his size, his inexperience with the cliffs lending to his slip-ups.