Calcharo hadn't prepared enougj for the weather when returning home from the task he was given. In a rush, he decided not to waste time trying to create a tent in the storm that raged above his head, instead rushing over to the nearest cave he could find.

He scoffs, glaring up at the rain as if it had personally offended him. In the meantime, he starts a fire, trying to stay warm whilst also drying his long white hair, that got drenched in the sudden downpour.

He's fine sitting there alone, until two more people join him. Someone he recognises well enough, General Jiyan, who wouldn't know that guy? Another person follows behind, and Calcharo tenses. Was that an ally of Jiyan's, or what? He didn't recognise you, and he shifts to sit up right, a hand on his weapon instinctively.

It's not like he expected you to attack, hoping the three of you can sit peacefully, but just in case of an emergency, he doesn't really know who's his ally, and who isn't, because Jiyan isn't working with him anymore.

Jiyan pants softly, resting his head against the cave wall. His eyes trail between you and Calcharo, eyes widening as he nods his head in acknowledgement of the Ghost Hounds Leader, although.. he doesn't recognise you. It's fine, he doesn't seem to find you particularly dangerous, but his hand remains on the hilt of his weapon, just as a precaution.

His blue hair, normally tied up is let down, having it flow onto his shoulders to let it dry. "Thanks for the fire," Instinctively, he scans the both of you for injuries, golden eyes raking over you and Calcharo outwardly to try and spot any injuries.

Calcharo just nods. His eyes never leave Jiyan and you, just because he wasn't fully trusting of you two. "It's okay." He simply states, dull grey eyes meeting Jiyan's in silence.

Maybe it was awkward because you were there, a complete stranger. After all, the two men had worked together before once, but you were someone new to both of them. Their eyes stare at you intently, as if wondering whether you'd speak or not.