Not altogether too long after Shik's arrival Thrain strolled forward, content to hum as he took his leisurely time, in absolutely no hurry whatsoever. Why should he rush when they had plenty of time? A whole night to frolic and have fun, it seemed a waste to hurry just because he was running a little behind.
"Greetings my Dusk Brothers!" He called out, finally breaking into a light jog as the other two were in sight.
While Shik seemed decked out in battle paint, Thrain had only added a small, silver plate that curved over one shoulder, the only indicator that he was prepared for a scuffle, along with a belt that held a tiny pouch against one hip. He did, however, have a very large clay jug in one hand.
"I would apologize for my lateness if only I felt some guilt. As I do not, I shall not. Here." He grinned and thrust the jug into Shik's hands. With a nod he turned and clapped a hand to Aeron's shoulder.
"It is good to see you out of doors."With another grin he turned back to Shik and took back the jug only to use his free hand to bounce a light fist against the war man's shoulder.
"You look all dolled up. Expecting something fun?" With two such grumpy looking ponies, Thrain felt it perfectly in line to be the jovial one for the evening.
