Just hearing the older Aviari’s speech, Darion pegged her as an arrogant, self-loving, and little more than a pain in the ass.   Though the woman that darted in front of the bird was a little more of a threat in his eyes.  She carried blades in a manner that shows she was either trained, or had used the blades for her entire life.  Though if she didn’t look so exhausted, he might even be threatened enough to brandish his sword.  Instead it stayed held at his side.  While watching, Darion could see her trembling.  If he needed any proof of the hell that this odd group had gone through, then all he needed to do was look at this woman’s exhaustion.<span style="color: Seagreen">“’The Little one’, and the woman with the mask are the only ones out of your group that seems worth listening to.”</span>He replied to her before looking at Parin, but always keeping Wiinie in his view.<br/><br/>To Parin he listened and watched as the Pixxie, after she was finished with the hanging man, flew down glowing that energized red.  He actually looked at her in surprise with how the pixie was treating her… and in turn how Parin treated the pixy by patting her head.  That was all so completely different from the pixies that had raped him and Verita in the woods a little over a month ago.  They acted almost like they were each other’s friends.  That was odd itself.<br/><br/>But he listened to Parin’s little speech, and he actually took heed as she wasn’t trying to order, or seem to want everyone to bow down to them.   Though she may have held a little more attention because of the way she was hiding some parts of herself as well.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Sounds a lot like what happened to these people’s homes.  So no, we haven’t been though much better by the sounds of it…”</span>What Parin said was soon followed by the man that had been hanging upside down, and he watched his antics.  Though the way he was leaning on that red Aviari made him glare a bit.  But Darion just sighed.  He wasn’t sure he would like that man, though he seemed to be siding with darion.  Though Darion didn’t reply to anything he said and just turning his head directly back to Parin.  With what she said.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Can someone bring her a towel, she is completely drenched.”</span><br/><br/>When the man had stumbled back and fallen to leaning back against the red feathered Aviari, her feathers fluffed up a little her her small bird call.  It had been a surprise, and when she looked down at him, she had to admit he was very handsome.  At least his face was.  Her feathers stayed fluffed up as she was a bit embarrassed looking down at him seeing as she had seen most of him.  And currently, her breasts were pressed against the back of his shoulders since he had fallen against her and she had caught him.  Thouh when he started bleeding and was rubbing his eyes.<span style="color: red">"Umm… I think you need to see the healer…”</span>as she said that, she looked around, but the older bird was not on deck.<br/><br/>At the request for a towel, the two children that had run from the iron Giant looked over and took the chance to escape, quickly disappearing thought the door below decks, when they came back they were carrying some soft cloth that was dry… but they froze on deck with the chaos of squawking that was met, and the anger and fear that was being displayed by the flock of Aviari.  They stayed behind them instead of running out with the towel for Parin.<br/><br/>Darion heard this, but as W'ineton went on her long rambling speech, he didn’t have the time to call out or reply to anyone else.  He kept his eyes on her as she started, and went through her whole ramblings.  He didn’t miss her taking some kind of potion that obviously gave her back a good deal of her strength by the fact she could actually stand again.  He also rolled his eyes at her, but he did not reply to her.  She was saying he was doing just as bad as her?  He had not spoken as much as she had.  The way she made it sound was that she should just fall on his knees and do what she said.  This woman was apparently used to getting her way.  And probably through fear in some way by the way she was acting by Darion’s guess.  All the more reason she shouldn’t.<br/><br/>Of course her speech directed at the birds elicited fear.  The pale green man saw W'ineton approaching him, and his eyes filled with fear.  Her first steps toward him cause him to back up quickly.  None of them seemed to call out that whatever she said was wrong, but quite a few of them seemed to keep repeating the call to throw W'ineton and her followers off.  Some of the yells were actually in a language.  It was the only reason he couldn’t reply to what she was saying himself.<br/><br/>He let them vent and yell, but watching, he saw the fear written on their faces.  Absolutely none of them were brave enough to actually do what they were yelling to happen.  To throw them off.  Darion let them vent for a moment to get their frustrations out.  In that time, he watched W'ineton when she moved back to Parin.  He could see the tension in her body, ready for a fight.<br/><br/>With a sigh, darion decided to step in and stop the birds from starting a fight.  He raised his voice above theirs in a Yell.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Silence!  You all are giving me a headache!”</span>With that yell, he also looked around and glared at all the Aviari who had tensed up and were about to get up the nerve to do just what they wanted.  Many of them all shut up almost instantly, some others winded down slowly, but quite a few of them looked at Darion in surprise.  They had never had him yell at them before.<br/><br/>After they were quiet, he turned back to the group of newcomers, and glaring at W'ineton, he began to speak to all of them.<span style="color: Seagreen">“I don’t know any more about what got her thrown out of your village, and quite truthfully, don’s care.  It doesn't matter here.  And she may be wrong about everything else she said, but you all know one thing she was right about.  You didn't have enough people who knew how to fight.  If you had your own trained defenders, that army wouldn't have killed so many.  It just sounds like her methods were that of an idiot, and wrong.”</span>He yelled out, and the look in his eyes, that was the only thing that W'ineton said that he would agree on.  And no matter what she did, he was unlikely to fear her.  He honestly believed she needed to be taken down a peg or two, to be taken off her high horse.<br/><br/><span style="color: Seagreen">“Also, I am not throwing them off…”</span>he had to pause because there were a couple angry squawks at that but a glare shut them up.  It was quiet again so he continued<span style="color: Seagreen">“…I am not throwing them off.  But you and all your companions will disarm yourselves.  Hand over your weapons, and W'ineton all those pouches and whatever elixers or anything else in there.  If you don’t, I will disarm you myself and you will be bound and gagged until we reach the next port.  I don’t trust you, but disarming yourselves will be a step in the right direction.”</span>As he said this, he sheathed his own sword.  He could draw it any time if he needed to.<br/><br/>After that, he ignored W'ineton and instead looked at Parin and smiled a little to her.  The small Vulpori was probably the one who convinced him with the way she spoke, with some respect instead of demands.<span style="color: Seagreen">“My Name Is Darion Syler.”</span>She had introduced herself, so he showed her the courtesy of giving her his name as well.  He respected her more than he did W'ineton.  He also finally turned to the Masked woman now, having not had a chance to reply to her.  She was like Parin, trying to placate the mistrust even though so many seemed to want a fight or violence to break out.<span style="color: Seagreen">“You will get to rest, and have their healer help you if you turn over your weapons.”</span>There was no threat in his voice.  he was promising that they would get looked at and helped.<br/><br/>Though after he said that and saw the small girl that had been scared by the tall Armored giant earlier holding the large cloth that she had brought at the request for a towel.  He smiled to the little girl and waved her out of the crowd.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Go on darlin’.  It looks like cute miss Parin is about to start shivering.  She won’t hurt you.” </span>He said to her comfortingly.  The little girl nodded and jogged out of the crowed and over to Parin, though she looked up slightly at the charred Aviari a moment before standing as far from her as she could while holding the thick cloth out to Parin.<br/><br/><span style="color: orange">“Miss Parin”</span>she said quietly as she looked slightly down at her, and holding out the bundle of cloth that Parin could probably wrap around herself as a robe.  It was that long.  The little girl was only just barely taller than Parin, maybe by an inch or two, but at being this close to the fox girl and the Fey.  At seeing the little winged woman and the cloud of sparkling red dust her eyes widened in wander at the small fey.<span style="color: orange">“Cute!  What She?”</span>She obviously didn't really know that much of the common languages yet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>