Darion Smile when Verita decided to actually move over and take a seat next to him, even though she had seemed to like talking to the Ramen so much.  “Sorry that is all I have.  And it is the last of my food.”  He replied, though didn’t nibble at his.  He would need as much strength as he could muster to go through the place alive.  Wicked woods really didn’t sound like a good place to be.<br/><br/>Everything she was telling him actually made perfect sense when he thought about it.  If he hadn’t been dragged into a merc band by his horrible past, he would probably have had the same ideas.  By now though he had already seen more than he could have ever wanted to see, and probably killed more people than he ever wanted.   Hell, knowing how much he himself enjoyed a fight, he probably would have ended up out here much later than he would have, and been much less able to survive.<i>‘Shit… she is more naive than she realizes.’</i>But at least it sounded like she would learn soon.<br/><br/>Darion never got a chance at all to replied to the woman’s own comment back as there was suddenly the loud sound of something falling through the tree they had been taking shelter under.  As fast as his body could move Darion had his sword in his hand, and was removing the blade from its sheath.  It came out with the loud sound of the metal against the hard leather.  He was standing up at about the same time the elf was coming out of her crouch.<br/><br/>With his sword leveled, and a stable stance of an experienced fighter and warrior even without his shield.  He glared at the big elf, looking up at her impressive stature, and showing no fear at all at her appearance.   “Not exactly the smartest move, dropping into the camp of some armed travelers.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>