[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Tiras felt his scalp crawl in impotent, incensed rage at the sea-sick girl's response, but tamped it down, trying his damnedest to keep his anger under his control. And then, suddenly, there was a voice yelling at her in response, saying exactly the message he wanted to say. But it wasn't his voice. Tiras turned around, noticing the man in purple with the large, strange sword was doing the talking. His passionate defense of the victims of war brought to mind Tiras's master. And then he hid that same passion behind a veil of aloofness. Pretending he didn't care because he did not have the power to do anything to help them. Much like Tiras himself.

Perhaps he could get along with the man.

He turned his gaze to the one the purple-clad man indicated.