Detheriel
Frowning he considered the boys words. Why still so secretive? If he knows where we're going then why not share? However, the advice the boy gave was sound, if unecessary, so Detheriel sat up cross-legged in the grass and un-strung his bow. Laying it across his knees he carefully inspected the string for wear, then coiled it in his pack to prevent it from getting damp in the meantime. Drawing his blade and inspecting the edges for rust he thought more about their self-appointed leader.
Confronting him about his secrecy was certainly an option, but one confrontation was perhaps quite enough for the evening! Feeling pretty confident about his ability to either defend himself or slip away in the event of an unpleasant surprise, Detheriel decided to remain silent and see what the dawn brought them.
At least those two are dependable folk he thought, referring to Kagarioni and Telryn. Practical, competent and straightforward, just the sort this group needs.
He regarded the heap of bones and goo with immense distaste and not without a hint of fear at the unkown. The barbarian from the bridge was a savage, but at least he could be slain easily with a well-placed arrow. How would you even go about slaying something so strange as this magic-user? Where to even begin? he worried. With a slight shudder, he turned to regard those seated near him.
Zakaria's admission that a month without food and evading bandits was a stressful experience had elicited a tiny smile. Clearly this was a man who had no knowledge of how to harvest nature's banquet but preferred the easy living that coin bought. Furthermore, if he truly was as powerful as he claimed, no doubt that month would have been much less stressful he chuckled to himself.
Addressing himself to Telryn and Kagarioni (who were both sat near Zakaria) he spoke. "Perhaps it would be wisest to mount a watch nontheless" he suggested, hoping that they would be similarly cautious. Powerful lightning indeed! he snorted inwardly, touching the reassuring hilt of his blade. Ever-eager to not be the cause of conflict in the group, his thoughts were left unspoken however. "You can never be too prepared for trouble" he remarked apologetically to Zakaria.
Reaching into his pack for a hunk of bread he tore a chunk off and began to chew it slowly, listening to the conversation flowing around him.
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