Maybe he should have bet money on it, but his guess soon proved to be right when he heard the words from Verita, and saw her discussing something with Dawn.  He would have won some much when people said that these birds could be trusted.  They had just met them, and they were immediately saying they should trust the birds because they were supposedly nonviolent.  Bull, no one nonviolent in some way brought spears to meet possible friends.<br/><br/>Of course when people mentioned visions, Darion just groaned and rolled his eyes.  Great, we got seers now and their damned visions.  Fucking hate that bullshit.  And especially hate mention of Fate.”  He said out loud, not caring if they all sounded insulted.  It was the truth from his point of view.  He hated the thought of fate, the thought that what people’s actions meant nothing.  He didn’t care if they didn’t like his point of view.<br/><br/>Eventually it sounded as though Verita would decide to actually follow along with the bird people by the sounds of what she was saying.  “Fine, if you are going then I am as well Verita.  Someone has to keep your naive…”  if rather cute, “… Ass safe if these feather-brains turn out to not be trusted.  I hope that you don’t trust everyone we meet.  I don’t want to know how many fires I will have to save you from.”  As he grumbled he sheathed his blade, and glared at the Dal’tek.  The pixy dust and oil was still on him, he hadn’t had a chance to wash it off like the others.<br/><br/>Darion grinned though when they mentioned that someone had left.  “No, Don Chen Didn’t leave, I saw he move away and am pretty sure he was hiding behind one of those rocks, spying on you all bathe.”  Why should Darion be the only who it was obvious he was watching them bathe.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>