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Darreks eyes lowered, annoyance setting in as he heard the story that had been recounted several hundreds of times in his lifetime. It was bad enough that Talom had to deal with Beren's dissaproval, and yet the world seemed kind enough to add on an extra cherry on top in the form of Bavek...

Darrek chuckled, trying his best not to also roll his eyes at Crina's comment. "Beren give you shit again?" He asked curiously.

The toothy grin only grew as he saw the individual who practically passed as his brother entered the inn. The past bit had been busy for Talom, and it disappointed Darrek that the two of them didn't get a lot of time to catch up. He leaned over to a chair, pushing it out to allow Talom to join...

"I'm sorry Crina. He just. He has a way of angering me." Darrek admitted, glancing briefly at her. Though however he didn't much need to explain himself further as the attention was quickly turned away from him and towards Dracon. The irokai had been feral for quite a while, so something of...

"He's just a bigot if you ask me." Darrek proclaimed confidently. He'd never liked Beren, even with his status as Bom's blood son. The way he treated him, and the way he treated Talom, no. No matter how noble or successful of a tribe leader he was, Darrek was never going to respect him. "You'd...

Darrek couldn't say that he wasn't at least somewhat irked by Dracon's comment. Darrek had grown up with Talom, and he'd proven himself to be nothing but capable during that time. He wasn't weak, he wasn't deadweight, and he sure as hell was not impaired. And Darrek would've spoke up if Cräga...

"What? For what reaso---oooohh." Darrek shrunk in his seat, realizing the obvious a moment too late. "He does so much for that clan and yet they still treat him like an outcast..."

Darrek couldn't help but smile a bit at that as well. It's been a while since the last time the town was relaxed. It'd be nice to see that again. "Sounds fun!" Darrek commented. "For us at least...dunno about Talom."

Darrek looked between the two for a moment, before choosing to instead stare out of the window. Not entirely sure if he'd struck a nerve. After a year of co-existing with his brother, it was quite obvious to tell that Cräga and Dracon shared many hardships that either he or Crina had faced. The...

Darrek smiled, standing up to drop the dishes off in the sink behind the counter. Craga's bluntness was unsettling at times, and yet it could also be hilariously lighthearted. In this situation, her intent seemed to fall strictly in the latter. "Blegh, bunch of weirdo's those Vindav are." He...

To his own surprise. Darrek seemed to relieved that his brother had finally chosen to have breakfast with the rest of them. He had expected this moment to have been awkward and uncomfortable, and to a sense it was. But no matter what, having the older irokai with him felt right. As if he had...

Darrek seemed to be unaware of the situation at hand, his usual eating habits again being his demise. That is, till Crina's giggling seemed to signal the younger Irokai. He looked over at his brother, then back at Crina. His eyes rolled half annoyingly, and half playfully as the irokai finally...

Darrek cocked an eyebrow at that, surprised that this little piece of tradition had never been mentioned to him. He figured having Bom around for such a long time would've given him extensive knowledge on how Clan Khazid functioned, but either Bom didn't bring it up that often, or Darrek had...

Darrek huffed in acknowledged. Twiddling around with a piece of silverware as he waited for his food. Talom was busy, and with the tension between both Dracon and Beren, chances where the half Kendian wouldn’t be catching much of a break anytime soon. “What’s this spring ceremony? A Kendian thing?”

Darreks interest piqued at the mention of Talom. The half Kendian he had grown up with holding quite a bit of importance to Darreks life. In the past year, the two of them were able to catch up and regain their once inseparable kinship. But Talom had also grown since they were kids. Nowadays...

Darrek back slumped at Cräga's disapproval. Even if the human was nowhere near his size, it was clear that she was the one in charge. Darrek had thought that he was being friendly, or at least semi-friendly. But it seemed his intentions weren't as well communicated as he thought. Still, it...

Darrek had opened his mouth to comment on that, but decided against it. Rather, he donned a smile and nodded at the explanation. Watching as his older brother lazily walk down the stairs and towards the tavern. That little bit of tenseness in the air being restored then and there. It'd been a...

Darrek shrugged that off, giving her a cheeky smile as if he didn't already know that he was the only one capable of that work between the two of them. "Aw. C'mon you can do whatever you put your mind too!" He said teasingly, patting the barstool next to him in an attempt to get Crina to join...

Darrek rolled his eyes, but a clear distinct smile began to form on his muzzle at the little jest. "Well my backs seen MUCH better days." The irokai quipped sarcastically, sitting down at the bar. "Crina, maybe we could try switching our chores? Could be fun!"

Darrek leaned backward, stretching out his aching spine after a morning of grueling manual labour. He was a strong irokai, and in the prime of his life, but that didn't make him immune to fatigue or tiredness. And hell could those village folk work someone to death. He almost envied Crina then...