Braeden was sensing some unbalanced atmosphere from everywhere he turned, and after walking for some time he noticed Master Valadiir making contact with what seemed to be the magical ones he'd say will appear someday. He followed the others and said nothing as he stood almost next to Flardryn.

His expression was hard, focused, but he remained silent, aware of the surroundings, and looked at no one in particular. Braeden stood very still and straight, the nobility causing him to do so, he'd always wanted to be a little less cautious, but these were their territories these unknown people were entering. There was no flexibility if the made a mistake, a great mistake, of course.

He looked from Flardryn to the magical one that spoke to him, he raised an eyebrow at the word 'curiosity'. 'So they were curious' how clever. His movements were somehow fragile, but his eyes were filled with concerned, worried and uncertainty.