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shamrock_uk · 07-28-2005, 06:12 PM

OOC - Lucky I didn't get a slap with handsight for half-carrying her.

Ah well, the heat of the moment...!

Detheriel

Detheriel struggled not to show any signs of overt surprise at Isokla's words. The violent (yet almost invisible) trembling of her body belied the calm coldness in her voice as she addressed the mercenary and it was clear to him that this was a very emotional subject for her.

As Ydalon worked his way around the group socialising, Detheriel made sure to look extremely busy rummaging in his pack as the boy passed by.

He walked in stolid silence with many questions to ponder. How was the Lady able to walk with almost no support? He watched her attempts to keep her wound hidden with suspicion - he knew that his healing skills were not able to perform miracles such as these. Rudimentary patching-up at best he thought to himself. Something about this Lady is definitely hidden from us.

Idly wondering whether she would be forthcoming with her name now, he considered the young lad leading them. Detheriel watched him mingling easily with the party, leading them like a shepherd and his unquestioning flock. Mindful that his question about encountering bandits along the road had been avoided, he made sure to keep scanning the undergrowth on either side in case of an ambush. Might he be in league with the bandits? Would he simply get the party killed through incompetence?

His brow furrowed in thought, he plodded along the trail, pausing only occasionally to ensure the comfort of his ever-stronger companion. He noted with some approval that Telryn was also choosing to keep himself to himself and decided to follow the same course, at least until more could be ascertained about his companions.

The sudden smooth appearance of the figure in the red hood only added to his unease. The lack of surprise or challenges evinced by the rest of his party further compounded his fear that not enough attention was being paid to the world around them in what was, by all accounts, dangerous territory.

Patience Detheriel, patience he thought to himself, slowly testing the draw of his dagger every few minutes as he walked along.

[ 07-28-2005, 06:34 PM: Message edited by: shamrock_uk ]

07-28-2005, 06:12 PM	#65
shamrock_uk Dracolich Join Date: January 24, 2004 Location: UK Age: 42 Posts: 3,092	OOC - Lucky I didn't get a slap with handsight for half-carrying her. Ah well, the heat of the moment...! Detheriel Detheriel struggled not to show any signs of overt surprise at Isokla's words. The violent (yet almost invisible) trembling of her body belied the calm coldness in her voice as she addressed the mercenary and it was clear to him that this was a very emotional subject for her. As Ydalon worked his way around the group socialising, Detheriel made sure to look extremely busy rummaging in his pack as the boy passed by. He walked in stolid silence with many questions to ponder. How was the Lady able to walk with almost no support? He watched her attempts to keep her wound hidden with suspicion - he knew that his healing skills were not able to perform miracles such as these. Rudimentary patching-up at best he thought to himself. Something about this Lady is definitely hidden from us. Idly wondering whether she would be forthcoming with her name now, he considered the young lad leading them. Detheriel watched him mingling easily with the party, leading them like a shepherd and his unquestioning flock. Mindful that his question about encountering bandits along the road had been avoided, he made sure to keep scanning the undergrowth on either side in case of an ambush. Might he be in league with the bandits? Would he simply get the party killed through incompetence? His brow furrowed in thought, he plodded along the trail, pausing only occasionally to ensure the comfort of his ever-stronger companion. He noted with some approval that Telryn was also choosing to keep himself to himself and decided to follow the same course, at least until more could be ascertained about his companions. The sudden smooth appearance of the figure in the red hood only added to his unease. The lack of surprise or challenges evinced by the rest of his party further compounded his fear that not enough attention was being paid to the world around them in what was, by all accounts, dangerous territory. Patience Detheriel, patience he thought to himself, slowly testing the draw of his dagger every few minutes as he walked along. [ 07-28-2005, 06:34 PM: Message edited by: shamrock_uk ]