Gen didn't show any reaction to Garm's speech, and though he had no intention of joining Garm, he was amazed at how brave the lad was. Willing to put everything on his shoulders, the man thought. "Though, if only the will and spirit possessed were enough..." Gen continued to look out into the dim-lighted roads ahead. The rest house drew closer.
"You're free to sample the condiments at the stay when we get back, sir Night." she said softly, putting on her usual sweet smile, after realizing Night looking up at her. She didn't say anything about the hunting, only looking into the boy's eyes.
"Erika, huh? So that's her name? So I'm guessing you're Erik, then?" Thistle asked Garm, craning her neck slightly to the side to glimpse a better view of his face, the innocent glow in her eyes and her smile contrasting the air that surrounded the group. Like Geoff and his indifferent conduct, she felt absolutely nothing about Garm's resentful words. On the sentiment of lifestyle, she can't say she has one, only been in the world for three months at the most.
"No need to worry, Erik. Erika's only tired. She'll be fine in the morning, like you said. Geoff, we're helping, right?" she turned to the black-haired youth.
"That's the problem... It's very likely that hunting won't be what we need to accomplish. We don't know where this thing sleeps, but I've got a plan for that yet. Your highness, do you have any idea how they're going to conduct these sacrifices...?" Geoff kept his eyes on the ground, thinking of the best course to take. He seemed lax for a situation where lives could be lost, but he's learnt long ago that rushing things weren't going to help.
The princess didn't feel like letting out anything she knew at the moment, but it wasn't in her nature to lie, unless it was for the better. But right now, she wasn't sure of what was the better of situations. "...My people have never engaged in sacrificial rites before... If there had been such things before in the history of this land, I would've learnt of it." replied Yurino simply, looking over her shoulder as she walked with the rest to meet Geoff's gaze, then Thistle's. "...But, during the early centuries, it was common for settlements to harbor carriages mounting likenesses of forest spirits made out of favored metal and runes as well as many other offerings to the foot of surrounding hills in a ceremony to thank their guardians..." she added, passing another glance at Fheren who'd just spoke up. She flustered for a moment before addressing him. "Uhm...Excuse me, sir majin... But I thought I'd seen... something... within your eyes... Can you open them wide for me, please?" she asked the majin youth.