It was a quiet and peaceful morning in Mor Dhona. Rammbroes took a sip of coffee from his mug, fighting off the chill of the morning air. He watched the bustling activity of the camp as his fellows set up. 

He walked among them, trading greetings and checking how they were all faring; playfully clapping a yawning lad on the back as he tended to the cookfire.  He spent most of his morning shaking off sleep and tending to his own duties around the Find. 

Their expedition into the Crystal Tower was coming along nicely. Already they had learned so much from the secrets locked away within it. And with another foray planned he was looking forward to another good day for them. 

And then he heard it…

“You are absolutely insufferable!” A familiar voice cried out in exasperation. 

“I’m insufferable? Well you certainly aren’t that much better to deal with!” Shot back another familiar voice. 

Oh…

It was a quiet and peaceful morning…

The man rubbed his temple, wondering what exactly had those two going at it again. Their quarrel could be heard all over camp, prompting people to stop in their work and look up with various expressions of curiosity, nervousness, and annoyance. A few gazes even went his way, and Rammbroes knew they were expecting him to intervene as always.

A bit ruffled that he didn’t at least get to finish his coffee, Rammbroes set it aside to go see what two certain Miqo’te were bickering about now.

It wasn’t an unusual sight here in Saint Coinach’s Find. The Warrior of Light and G’raha Tia snapping at each other like a pair of ill-mannered dogs. They always had something to argue about. Something one did that set the other off. 

He knew not why the two did not get along. To him they seemed exactly alike in many aspects. Though last time he brought that up, he not only renewed another row between them but neither would speak to him for the rest of the day. 

He found them at the edge of the camp, those working around them trying their best to ignore them. Bellona glaring daggers while G’raha stood there with his arms crossed and chin held high in the air. 

“What in the seven hells are they arguing about now?” Rammbroes sighed as he watched them.

“No idea.” Muttered a woman as she was unpacking some crates. “Just took to squabbling as they always do. Like oil and water those two are.” She shook her head and turned back to her work. 

“Why must you be so stern and serious all the time?” G’raha snipped, their argument carrying on. “Never did I think the Warrior of Light would have such a stick up her rear.”

And Bellona bristled with indignation. “Must you be so immature? How were you even allowed to study in Sharlayan when you always act like an annoying little child!” She spat. 

“Well I’m very sorry you come from a people so deprived of humor that you mistake someone having a personality beyond brooding and stoic as immaturity.” The Seeker sniffed.

When Bellona took a step forward, that was when Rammbroes decided it best to intervene. 

“Aye, aye.” He ejected, stepping in between them. “That’s enough from both of you. It’s too early for such quibbling.”

His sudden presence surprised them, but it was not enough to discourage a few barbs shot at each other.

“Arrogant prat.” Bellona leered around the Roegadyn.

“Imperial brat.” G’raha shot back just as venomously. 

“I said enough!” Rammbroes bellowed in reprimand. And that managed to silence the two of them. Though just to be certain, he both eyed them with a glare. “We’ve work to do here and if I’m being honest the both of you are being mighty immature. If you can’t behave properly, I will see you both dismissed from this expedition.”

He looked down at the two of them, from Bellona’s stunned expression to G’raha’s gaping one. “We are a team here. And aye, we oft may not like the people we work with but we still work with them because we share a common goal.” He lectured. “If you two wish to be at each other’s throats, then so be it. But do it here in front of everyone. Now no more of this bickering and argy-bargy, do I make myself clear?”

The two Miqo’te stared up at him and then shared a look with each other. A very pained and begrudging one. And a silent agreement seemed to come over them.