the only one who's in hot pink

Aresenn watched Iscariot from a distance, his eyes narrowing as he studied her technique. He was not there to jump in and save the day-- hadn't been asked to, won't be unless something went entirely wrong. But at the same time, he wouldn’t let her struggle too much if she did need help. His gaze was sharp, flicking over her every move, his own fingers twitching in response to the rhythm of her work. There was a certain satisfaction in watching someone else do the slaughtering for once, though he couldn't remember ever having used a seal's hide for anything other than eating.

Finally, deciding he could stand the idle watching no longer, Aresenn moved to where Iscariot was working. Drawing closer, he noticed the precision with which she stripped the seal skin from its flesh. “That’s quite the catch.” He remarked, closing the distance between them.

"Aresenn Praetor"