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Denarius got up, and stretched his legs. Grabbing his now slightly torn cloak off the floor beside him, he put it on. Though it was dry from the flame's heat, it had acquired the distinct smell of camp-fire smoke overnight. Not the most pleasant odour, but he had little choice unless he wished to freeze later.
Tactic exclaimed about something across the cave. Curious, from what little Denarius had seen of Tactic, he didn't seem like the kind of pegasus to be rattled by much. Regardless, it was probably just mundane problem that had caught him by surprise. Though, it would be enjoyable to question him about it anyway.
Denarius' mouth curled in an almost sly smile as he found a rest near the pegasus and the wounded unicorn. Looking down a unicorn, Denrius noticed how it still looked in a rather unstable state. The unicorn could be questioned later anyways, Denarius still wanted to know more about the others first.
"You seem a little rattled there. Are you alright? Maybe your just finding out that you can't keep a poker face on forever", Denarius told Tactic with a slight chuckle. "Actually", Denarius paused as his expression grew wider. "I'm curious on what would somepony, so mundane, like yourself gain from travelling with, what appears to be, such an eclectic group of wanderers"?