"Geez, Cid, would you cut that shit out?"
Dejectedly, the light whistling that had been filling the air so fervently died out, allowing a silence to take over. The silence, however, only lasted for a few moments before a soft humming began to fill the space that the whistling had been occupying.
A loud, annoyed growl forced its was out of the large man's throat before being dismissed with a child-like giggle.
"You should really lighten up, Ryuuka. So much negativity is bad for the heart."
The growl only grew as the man raised his fist, clenching it tightly beneath studded leather gloves. "I'll show you bad for the heart-"
"CHILDREN, PLEASE."
The group fell silent, momentarily stopping their march as their leader sighed, rubbing his fingertips against the bridge of his nose. After glancing around at his party, the man sighed heavily again and plopped down on a conveniently placed stump, the felled tree lying next to it.
He took his time, glancing around the group from member to member, one by one, taking them in. What he saw was not pleasing. "Look, I don't give a rat's ass why you refuse to act your age. All I care about is coming across as actual, competent workers when we get into town. If you can't stop bickering long enough to get a job then we'll be sleeping outside again instead of a nice, soft bed, bellies full of mead. So please, for the love of everything nice in this world, pretend to like each other for me, okay guys?"
One by one, they all muttered agreements.
With this matter taken care of, the group took off yet again, currently just outside of the city walls. A prosperous, thriving mining town: Bitun. There were legends of this city, its hundreds of hard working citizens who lived above the rest of the world with their spoils. City streets paved with precious metals, a diamond the size of your fist hanging from every neck! - it was the kind of place every fresh group of adventurers dreamed of visiting.
As it finally came into view, however, it seemed that the rumors of this city were a bit… stretched. The ramparts high enough to keep all armies at bay turn out to be a series of head-height stone walls that looked like they could be kicked over by a pissed off Dwarf. The streets were dirt, the people were poor, and there wasn't a diamond to be found anywhere.
"…Fucking hell."
"Ya' got that right, Ryu'k."
Grumbling spread like wildfire throughout the little band of travelers; no one was happy with this little surprise.
Finally, waving away their concerns, Maelis shook his head. "No matter the venue, there's always jobs to be done. Come on, the inn's that way. We'll get some drinks and try to find some work."
As they walked, a low whistling settled into the air.
"Cid."
"Sorry."