Cotes was usually peaceful. Usually, when the pixies were minding their own business and not bothering him about things. So, it was often that Clive ( and of course torgal, who is usually attached at his hip if he's not with jill or joshua ) found himself relaxing in the grass with either a book in hand or simply staring out into the horizons thoughtfully.
Peaceful, quiet, serene. Until it was not.
The weird sounding groan and sigh makes Clive glance over, to see a young man... wallowing on the floor? Before he sits up and complain about coming back here ( something that clive has heard about, but rarely seen ). Any normal, sane person would leave the man alone, but Clive was not normal and probably not sane either, so the outlaw finds himself pulling himself from his resting spot and making his way over to him, with Torgal trailing along.
"Wallowing in frustration doesn't seem to do much, unfortunately. In fact, that usually leads to more trouble from these so-called gods." Probably, anyway. Torgal makes a noise of agreement.
He hadn't expected anyone to answer him, let alone approach him, but it wasn't unwelcome. He knows there's no use in wallowing, but what else could he do to express himself? "True...if I talk too loud they'll probably send down a bolt of lightning or something ridiculous with my name on it just to mess with me." He sighs. As ridiculous as it sounded, it could very well happen!
That aside, there's something much more important that he hasn't acknowledged yet, something that makes him sit up quick and turn to face Clive, but he still stays bent down. "Oh hey! Who's your buddy here?" Instinct causes him to reach forward in an attempt to pet, but he pulls his hand back just as quickly before he asks, "Does he uh...bite? Don't think I'd appreciate getting stitches so I should probably not pet a stranger's wolf dog!"
