Thread: ..::A Dragons Heart::.. [Gentleman & Ironic]

Jarvan lowered his head for a moment, in silent thought of those who lost their lives to the Drake who attacked Demacian lands, sending Shyvana a thankful expression. When she mentioned her prey, however, his lips curled a small smile, and his eyes narrowed a bit. Even Garen behind him, as well as the young white haired Spearmen, who'd made his way over to the three, seemed more interested now. White, wounded Drake. The exact description they'd gotten, of the Drake who attacked Valieeh. His head slowly nodded a few times in response, raising his hand to his chin again, stroking his jaw in thought, looking Shyvana over, once again. The Hybrid had the same quary as them, and the ability to track it. She seemed decent, as well as honorable enough, and it gave him a thought. A thought, she very clearly seemed to share, soon reaching out a hand. He lend his eyes towards it, smiling, as he looked back up to her eyes. Valieeh was indeed attacked by a White Drake, wounded by a previous battle.. It is no doubt the same Drake, upon who you seek justice. He agreed with her statement, as he raised his spear, putting it in his left hand, as to extend his right, taking her's, causing Garen to narrow his eyes slightly. You say you can track this Drake? We lost it's tracks quite a while ago. If you track this creature for us, then you have our spears and arrows. We'll hunt justice together.. For Vaileeh.. For your father. He agreed, his large hand shaking her's a single time. The leather palm of his gloved hands, were strangely warm, in the biting cold, and his handshake firm, yet gentle. After letting go of Shyvana's hand, he turned his attention towards his men, sending a hand gesture towards the ground. Lower your weapons, men, and prepare to head out. He demanded, looking back down towards Shyvana, holding his hand out as a gesture, for her to please follow him. Xin sent Jarvan a questioning look, but was the first to follow his Prince's command, as everyone else did the same. Is this wise, Scion? I do not like, putting all our cards in one hand. He questioned, looking towards Shyvana, as Jarvan made his way past the significantly smaller man, as he nodded. Maybe not. I have no reason to trust that she can do, what she claims she can, but I am willing to take a chance on this. There is no returning home, until that Drake is out of Demacian lands. One way, or another. He replied, bluntly. In truth, he had no reason to trust Shyvana, but he did. There was something about her, that told him she was trustworthy. He looked back towards her, expecting that she'd follow him, smiling lightly. In any case, no one should travel these cold lands, on their own. He added, sending Shyvana a single nod, before looking back down to Xin. Recall the big guy. No need for him to keep tracking, if our new ally here can provide. And he deserves a rest. He requested, causing Xin to send Shyvana a short look, before fetching an orb out of his pocket, squeezing it, as he walked towards some other troops. All around them, people were preparing themselves, pulling backpacks back on their shoulders, finishing the rest of their meals, as silent chatter went about. Shyvana still recieved quite a few looks. Mixture of fear, and distrust, was embedded in the men, as they made sure to keep their distance. Garen kept close by, still observing both Shyvana, and his Prince, clearly loyal to a fault, having no intentions of letting the two alone, any time soon. Jarvan reached the fire he'd been perched at earlier, kicking some snow over the flames, to quell their sparks, before he picked up his backback. He turned his gaze towards Shyvana, looking over her clothes for a moment, before turning his gaze down in his backpack. He stabbed the back end of his spear in the ground, keeping it in it's place, in order to shove his large glove into the backpack, raising a thick cloak from it, as his gaze turned back towards the half-breed. We have more cold-weather cloaks, if you'd accept it? Or does the weather not bother you? He asked, sending her a genuine, inquisitive smile.