The Grey Tower

IC:
Ubriel spat at the dusty ground and harrumphed loudly as everyone else walked away. She walked up behind Conor and roughly patted the new Gaidin on the back. "We will see. You are still best known for losing your pants and talking to squirrels..."
Grinning and waiting, Ubriel hoped their bantering challenges to each other would never end. She herself could use the constant motivation of that irritating voice and toothy grin.

Ic:

Conor flashes Ubriel a bright smile, "Well, when the best conversations are with squirrels, who am I to complain. Maybe you need to step up your game." He laughs, dodging any punch she might swing.