[ It's remarkable how quickly they went from glaring at each other to sitting down and having a good time, but on the other hand, that's what Thancred has trained for years to be adept at: putting others at ease, so that they'll let their guard down around him.

In this case, it's far more genuine that if he was "working." He mainly just wants to get to know a fellow Summoned with whom he shares a mutual friend, now gone. (Or preserved, in some way, via Mogwry?)

And if his laughter filled the small campsite before, now it reverberates off of the nearby trees as Hilda asks if Tataru is a primal. ]

No, no, though there are times she can almost be as frightening as one. She is in charge of both the coffers and administrative organization of the order I'm a part of back home. Were it not for her, I would likely never get paid a living wage.

[ A soft smile remains on his lips as he thinks back. It's been quite some time since he's seen her now, yet at least this time it doesn't appear that any time is passing back home. It helps to know that Tataru isn't worrying herself to death, like when they all were dragged to the First. ]

You might not know it looking at that card, but she's a ruthless businesswoman.