Darion smiled a little to the woman.  “Well Verita, You I can say it is a pleasure at least.”  He said, at least partly true.  The events around it were not the good part, but she didn’t seem like a bad person, and she seemed truthful about her reasons behind everything she did.  He was never exactly perfect at telling when people were lying, if they were skilled at lying.<br/><br/>At the signs of tears, him noticing them this time when she was speaking about what happened, Darion reached up and put a comforting hand on her back.  He didn’t say anything though, he didn’t have anything comforting to say.  Not at that time anyway.  Instead he just stayed silent and listened as she continued on after a moment, he took his hand off her as he continued.<br/><br/>“Thank you for the help.  And you are already having an adventure.”  He said, before a light grin at her mentioning getting in over her head.  “That usually is what happens with adventures I have heard stories about.  The people who want them, or get dragged into them… always get more than they bargained for.”  Darion had a deep feeling he was one of the people getting dragged into an adventure he may not survive from.<br/><br/>Just great, it was looking like he had been trying to avoid people wanting to kill him, he was trying to avoid trouble… And here he was letting himself get dragged into some trouble.  Though in all honesty, it was a great reason to be dragged into trouble, she had a very attractive body, and seemed still quite young.  ‘Shit.  I should walk away now…’  As soon as he thought that though, he just let out a sigh.  He didn’t trust this woman, but he owed her for getting them out of there, maybe not saving his life, but it is a possibility.  And she was likely the only one other than the ramen who knew a way out of her.<br/><br/>He let them talk amongst each other for a moment until the mention of setting up a camp came up.  “That is probably a good idea.  It is very late, probably going deeper in to the woods at this time, without any sleep for a while is a very bad idea.”  He agreed, looking up at the tree they stopped under at the edge of the woods.  Then looking up at the sky for clouds.  “I have a bed roll, no tent.  But I have the stuff to make a fire…”<br/><br/>Darion’s thunder was stolen there by the woman when she used magic with those odd words to spark a fire in a small pile of wood.  He could just grumble at that.  “Magic… freakin’ cheating…”  he didn’t care if they heard that as he finally took his travel pack off., and untying the bedroll from the bottom of it.  His camp was set up on the opposite side of the fire as the to Ramen.  It was then that he actually took his heavy cloak.<br/><br/>As the heavy fabric was dropped ontop of his pack, everyone finally got a view of what he had been using it to cover, in full.  A tarnished steal breastplate and shoulder guards covered his upper torso, and his built muscle barely covered by it.  All the metal was tarnished steal, it did not look new, though still very strong.  It ended just below his chest, where the light leather underneath was hanging loose until it went under his belt, and hung down to his mid shins.  The main belt had none of his blades attached to it, but more like the pouches for his smaller gear such as a money pouch on his right that looked like it held maybe a half dozen coins.  The pouch behind that one was more squared, and light brown.  The center was covered by a Lion emblem, of tarnished gold.  Two more belts hung loosely around his hips, carrying all his blades, 3 knives on one, and his longsword hanging from the other on his left.  The only exposed skin was around his neck and his biceps which proved he was as built as he looked.  Under the belt were light leather, almost cloth like leggings that went down to the tarnished steel greaves that he had walked in all the way, the mud covering them partly.  Around his shoulders and down his back was a light green cloak, that hung more like a cape behind him.  It swayed while he moved.<br/><br/>Darion looked like a warrior, and nothing close to any of them, even the human woman.  He sighed before he sat down next to the five, sitting on the heavy cloak he had taken off.  His sword he unhooked from his belt and sat at his side, within easy reach.  The sigh was from him waiting for their judgments from his looks of a warrior, seeing if they thought he was as brainless as most warriors were labeled.  Brainless warriors didn’t live long.  He decided to answer Verita’s question.  “Depends on what you believe, or who you ask.  The story I have been told boils down to that they are demons left over from the Old world.”  Ok, he didn’t remember much of that story beyond that very little information.  “I personally don’t believe that one, and have no clue how they exist.  They just do.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>