Darion couldn’t help the glare that he threw at this woman as she continued to be difficult.  Still refusing to do something so basic as disarming herself of what he guessed was her weapons.  Those elixirs.  But at the mention of one single word.  At that single name.  Darion’s face went blank, and actually paled a bit at the mention of that name.  The people on this ship had been running from the forces of the Kaiser that had slaughtered their home.<br/><br/>By the way this bird was making it sound, she was chased out of her home, to sue some strange magic to appear on this ship because of the Kaiser’s actions.  The Kaiser was after her, and what if his forces were led to these last survivors because of this woman.  And then she was also mentioning being here because she and her friends were meant to be.  That sounded way too familiar to the ‘prophecy’ that Verita had mentioned, and the fact that she had said he was meant to die.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“I find what most you say ramblings… but we do have something to talk about…”</span>he said before he heard everyone else speaking up.  Darion just listened a bit to what everyone else that was speaking was saying.<br/><br/>Of course some of what was being said between Parin, Mirri, and the Giant that had moved back into the light.  Darion noticed the missing arm it was carrying and the fact that it all looked like metal.  There was no one in that armor at all?  But how was that possible?  The confusion was written on his face as he saw the inner workings and how the iron giant seemed to try matching his arm to it’s socket.  There was nothing in all his years as a merc that would match up to this.  He didn’t even know what to call all those metal workings in that arm.  Was he completely made out of metal?  Then how could he move around and what were those lights?<br/><br/>Of course hearing what Parin was saying, at least someone around here was using their head.  Especially more than him, but W'ineton just seemed to get on his bad side in an instant.<span style="color: seagreen">“The pleasure is all mine Parin.”</span>He said to her before whatever the Pixie Mirri was whispering to her made the vulpari blush.  And heard what she said to go along with it.  And the childish display afterwards.<span style="color: seagreen">“If she was imagining me naked, she would be as red as you are glowing Mirri.”</span><br/><br/>While that was going on the small Aviari couldn’t help but giggle at the exclamation from the little fey.  And she clapped her hand with another laugh at the little ‘firework’ of magic.<span style="color: Orange">“She amazing.  Very cute!”</span>With that the little girl actually began to reach out as if to bet the little fey, to touch her and see if she actually was real.  She never got close though as just as she was, she took notice of Ogun when he spoke, and she cowered back a bit away from them.<br/><br/>Darion heard what Ogun said and sighed.  Looking at the size of the weapon, darion guessed that that would probably be best.  He doubted he could do much more than just lift the large blade.<span style="color: seagreen">“Fine, that will work.  Two will remain on guard of you at all times and you are not to leave the deck.”</span>That would get that out of the way. But he watched everyone else and waited for their replies as to losing weapons.<br/><br/>At least Parrin’s words got W'ineton to concede to handing over her ‘belt’ that she had pulled her potion from.  With some handing over their weapons Darion looked back at the Aviari and motioned for two of them.<span style="color: seagreen">“You two empty a crate and bring it above decks.  Have the weapons and what they hand over stored there until we get to a port.”</span><br/><br/>The young Aviari looked over at the older bird with the charred feathers, and backed off a bit.  Showing that the fear of the majority could actually could carry over to the others, especially the young.  Thoguh she did see the smile and relaxed a little.  She could listen to what was being said…<span style="color: orange"><i>“You really do promise you mean no harm to any of us?  Everyone is scared of you.”</i></span>She said that in the language of the Aviari.  She was better with it than the common tongue.<br/><br/>Darion looked at W'ineton as he heard her speak.  Agreeing to hand over her ‘weapons.’<span style="color: seagreen">“Good. I request you ask your body guard and your friends to do the same.  The sooner we can get that done, the sooner we can go through with getting the information you want.”</span>With that he motioned to the women who could barely stay on her feet while holding her blades, and the other masked person besides the thief.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“But since you have agreed to hand over your things, we can talk. If you are meant to be here, then I hope you would be willing to talk with someone who was meant to be dead.  I can at least trust you mean them no harm, even if I don’t trust you.  We can speak in the captain’s cabin.  ”</span>Darion said before starting to move back towards the stairs below decks.  He stopped at the small gathering crowd.<span style="color: seagreen">“Have a group of 12 stay and guard the others, and collect their weapons.  And have someone find the healer.  The old bird I don’t think is even awake.  Everyone else, the show is over, disperse and get some sleep.”</span>The next few seconds were filled with complaints from the older Aviari who knew W'ineton.  All the yells seemed to be along the lines of not letting her stay.  She wasn’t a friend.  She didn’t respect their traditions.  All their arguments to agreeing to this were along those lines.<br/><br/>Anyone who could see his face would see the annoyance on his face.<span style="color: seagreen"> “Enough damnit.  I am letting them stay, but she will have no command or power among you.  So shut up, and go get some rest.  We should be at the nearest port soon.”</span>Was all he said before motioning for W'ineton to follow as he moved to and entered the captain’s cabin of the ship.<br/><br/>A moment after the two disappeared a very Old Aviari came up on the deck, and saw the crowd gathered.  Her feathers looked more white, and owl like.   She was the oldest to have survived the slaughter of their home city.<span style="color: gray">“What is going on that you have to interrupt an old woman’s rest?”</span>by the time she got there it was obvious some of the birds were still not happy, though most have gone back to the other ship, or back below decks on this one.  There were still about 2 dozen there on the ship.  Mostly the older ones who had had the most venomous objections to the group staying.<br/><br/>Then she saw the very exhausted newcomers.<span style="color: gray">“Well.. Whatever.  Those that are hurt,  Come on over, I’ll have a look at you.”</span>She obviously didn’t care.  She was a healer, and she had always promised to help those who were hurt.<br/><br/>In the captain’s cabin, W'ineton would notice one aviary made bed and at least half a dozen hammocks along the walls around a single table in the middle.  Darion actually did use this room as indicated by the armor and shields against the bed, but he wasn’t the type to take an entire room for himself.  To waste the space.  He pulled a chair across the from the side of the room and took a seat on the far side of the table.  Offering the chair at the opposite side of the table.<span style="color: seagreen">“So, how much do you believe in prophecies?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>