2 against or for 1? [tag~ Frey Twins]

Ra could not believe that he was to pick up this pair of people and the only description he had to go off of was the fact that they had face tattoos and were to be twin boys. How he was suppose to be sure that he was there on time for the right boat to pick up the right people? Honestly, twins with tattoos on their face? How? He was lost in thought, not sure as to what they looked like. So he waiting at the ports where the boats were for the twins. He was wearing black pants, some shoes, two swords with one on each side of his hips, and a black cloak with golden skulls on the back, It was easy for him to use his cloak to cover up his swords, chest, abs, and arms so that he did not have to wear a shirt.

Basilisk Frey was getting off of the boat and nearly tripped catching his balance at the end. He was tired of walking and not getting any sleep, or maybe too much sleep he did not even know anymore. Basilisk rubbed his eye with the tattoo on it and let out quite a loud yawn. He was physically tired, but could not help, but keep moving. As for his emotions well seeing as how he hated the sea and boats it weird because he was almost starting to like boats, almost. "Hey Brother, we are Westeros right? Because I think I see a member of the Golden Company . . . ." Basilisk was really terrible at names of places and knowing where he was, especially since he and Obelisk were always being sent or going somewhere. This was no exception.

Obelisk Frey strode slowly off the boat. He shook his head as he saw his brother nearly trip and catch himself. He watched his brother rub his eye and yawn. "O my goddess, you are like a baby sometimes." He poked at his brother. Obelisk was physically alert and ready for more action. His emotions were a bit sad for he loved being out in the open sea with smells of ocean salt water. It seemed to be the only thing that calmed him, to be near water or waterfalls. He stepped off the boat and turned his tattooed eye to look at the person Basilisk was talking about. "Yes, we should be in Westeros. And the Golden Company? Did you forget that plenty of people leave for elsewhere, right? Maybe he is the person that is suppose to get us. They did say he was well aged. What do you think?"

"What? I am not like a baby . . . ." he whined almost exactly like a baby, almost. "Besides in order to understand the baby, one must know the baby. Besides I so tired . . . ." Basilisk had a fondness for children and knew them better than most of their parents. Basilisk walked along the path beside his brother, occasionally stumbling not used to the feeling of being back on land yet. He turned his not-tattooed eye toward the gentleman with the Golden Company cloak; as he was rubbing the tattooed eye of sleep. "I know that people leave the Golden Company for other places. I'm just saying it is not like the Golden Company gives out cloaks to every member. Also, I'm still not sure because 'well-aged' is not the same thing as 'bearded' although he does look slightly familiar." Basilisk tilted his head to one side. He looked around for people that were "well-aged," and then back at the gentleman. Basilisk scratched the back of his head at a loss. "I don't know, but you are better about these things than I am so your guess is as good as mine. All I know is I'm hungry . . . . well, almost." Basilisk smirked, and did not feel like making a decision about anything at the moment.

"You are to a baby. You are even whining like one." Obelisk said, closing his clean eye and starring at his brother with the tatted eye. "And why would anyone need to understand a baby? You know what? I think that you are just hungry." Obe never understood why Basi loved to talk about children so much. He turned his tatted eye to watch his brother, just encase he had to catch him if he fell. "Well of course, the Golden Company never had cloaks to begin with. And 'well-aged' also does not mean that they 'look old.' And you could be on to something. It is like we have seen him before now, a many a time." As Obe looked around at everybody else, this gentleman was the only one that stood out due to his greying hair. "Fine very well Basi. I will deal the gentleman in the GC cloak. You are such a baby. . . almost." He mocked Basi. He motioned for his brother to follow him. "Excuse me sir," He walked up to the Ra, unknown that he was the Grand Master, "But my brother and I were looking for a 'well-aged' man who is suppose to pick us up and take use to an uncle in the House of Frey. Would or could that be you sir?" Obelisk allowed for both his eyes to be seen as the expressions upon his face softened.

He was taken out of his attention by a kid with wild blue hair and a red tattoo around the eye. He looked to his brother and saw the exact same thing. A bit taken aback at them looking alike even down to the placement of tattoo, but keeping his composure, he replied saying, "Why yes, that I am certain of." He stood up from the barrels that he was leaning against and his size and height seemed to tower over them by about two heads. "Of course, you two will have to follow me. It seems I might have to take you else before we go to your house. How was your trip boys? Hungry? Tired?" He walked around and examined them a bit, noting their physical attributes. He did not want to come off too demanding, as he wanted to observe them at first hand.

"Well, I cannot tell anymore if I am hungry or not anymore, seeing as how the sea and I are not friends." Basilisk yawned in response to the man. Then seeing him walk around them, and examining them he turned examining him. "What is it?" Basilisk backed and sat on the barrels the man was just sitting on, and then sneezed. "Oh come on, I'm not even out to sea anymore. Stupid smell of saltwater stays in your nose for days. Excuse me." Then his eyes widened. "Did you say we had something else to do before we could go home?" Basilisk put a hand over his clean eye and tapped his chin with thumb while looking up at the sky thinking, What could we have possibly missed while they were gone?