[Ah, a smirker. Reiner knows your type well, sir, and he will counter your silliness with a big, friendly grin.]
Follow me, then.
[He turns and shows his back to Kimbley, starting off through the woods towards the path. He doesn't particularly like how the guy keeps his hands in his pockets, but he still doesn't view him as the remotest threat.]
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Follow me, then.
[He turns and shows his back to Kimbley, starting off through the woods towards the path. He doesn't particularly like how the guy keeps his hands in his pockets, but he still doesn't view him as the remotest threat.]
You just got here, didn't you?