TooLongDidn'tRead: Seeing someone take the initiative, Sorod merely follows with a musing rumble, both inside and out.
Watching the others discuss their preferences and ideas between each other, Sorod stood there in silence, well, relative silence. It's hard to ignore the creaking of his helm whenever he turned his head to look at one of his companions, watching with an intensity that is powered by his curiosity; they should know more about this land than he, right now, he is still learning. They've been Apostles longer than he, although the age of his material could likely stem back to everyone's ancestors, his time as one of their own has been fleeting at best. Energetic as ever, he gave a rumbling chuckle at Ren's little antics, tapping his chest loudly with fingers thicker than almost everyone's thighs. "So-Yes, I am tall-Rod.", he made sure not to move too widely though, especially since Giles is leaning on him, nobody wants to see a flattened Apostle anytime soon. At least, no one in the party.
Their reasoning and assumptions all flew over his head though, figuratively of course, because he'd never let anything fly over his head, unless it's something small and meaningless. Like a pebble. Some folks threw pebbles at him when he had first started moving, they called him a lot of names and words he isn't really familiar with, so he just chose to forget all of them. But, one thing he can't forget, is the pull of the thing he guarded. The Relic which he was made to defend and protect, just thinking about it, the heatless flame in him gave a louder ghostly moan than usual, fiery fingers gripped at the rim of the hole in his chest. With a slight shake though, whatever it was, it got pulled back inside and silenced. "So-What is Swamp-Rod? So-What is Marsh-Rod? So-Both lead to Pinnacle, I know Pinnacle means top, answer, head to higher ground,-Rod", ignoring that little instance, these foreign words made him wonder, so he asked these questions out loud, of course he gave also gave a reason that he believes is valid. It sounded valid to him.
Despite all their talking though, it seems their words matter not to the Red Lady. He has seen her use Fire, albeit only on rare occasions, but Fire is usually red. Thus, she is The Red Lady. Watching her breeze past all of them, Sorod raised a metaphorical brow at her, perhaps she knows more than everyone else? "So-The Red Lady has chosen up, I like up, I follow up-Rod.", making sure to give Giles a chance to remove himself first, Sorod just started walking behind Tomoe, the rhythmic stomping of his boots once again starting the marching beat. This is interesting. He will go up, he will become taller, and he will see more. That sounds nice, that it does. Forgetting the fact that he carried a majority of what is likely to be essentials in survival, Sorod chose to follow his "gut", as the little girl had called it. Everyone's little to him, really, but she just felt smaller than the rest. Why? He couldn't answer that question. It's just a part of his metal gut.