only one way up

Sebastien slowed as she approached, words lost to him as the woman revealed herself to be beautiful. Soft features, innocent gaze, confident posture… perhaps a bit too pretty for a place like this. And it was that reason that his guard never truly lowered... but he certainly wasn't about to turn her away either.

His gaze moved away as she confirmed his suspicion, lingering back on the guards at the entrances. "You and everyone else apparently," He muttered, but there was still a hint of a smile that pricked the corner of his lips. Her determination was inspiring, to say the least. "I don't know anything about treasure, but there has to be something in there they don't want us to see."

He turned back to her outstretched hand and paused, hesitating for a moment as he glanced from her hand to meet her gaze. "Uh, Sebastien," He said quickly as he took her hand in his. It was slender and soft, unlike his own, weathered with dirt under his nails. Gods, he had really let himself go. Regardless, he kept the subtle smile on his lips as he tipped his chin with a slow nod. "It's a pleasure, Nym."

It was strange not bowing, not bringing her hand to his lips, not offering his arm. Did he miss it? His old life? He thought he did, he'd even mourned it for a spell, but now… he wasn't so sure... The most he could do was let go of her hand before he let the silence linger too long- which he did, clearing his throat as he took a step back.

"So," He began, glancing to the pristine horns on her head before he turned to look back to the tower. His hand pressed into the bark of a tree as he leaned into it, brow narrowing as he watched the guards turn another yet another traveler away. "You're a mage right? Can you-" what the hell was he even trying to ask? "-I mean, anything that can get us in there or do we have to get creative?"

There was a little glint in his eye when he glanced over his shoulder at her, then. Well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't hoping for the latter.