Darion looked at the offered rations dubiously, though took it in the end.  If this woman wanted to kill them, she wouldn’t go so low as to do it with poison or something like that.  But of course he had been wrong before multiple times.    Hopefully this was not one of those times.  These were his thoughts as he started eating the offered food as well.  He looked up at the elf, and grudgingly spoke.  “Thanks.  Name’s Darion Syler.”<br/><br/>Though Verita’s words he couldn’t help but laugh a little.  “Fate?  Fate determines nothing.  It is our choices and the choices of others that determine where we end up.”  He countered before seeing her fall asleep.  It was a good idea, and after another half hour of staying awake and seeing them all start to drift off to sleep, Darion followed by laying back into his bedroll and pulling the heavy cloak over himself to protect against the cold.  He drifted off into sleep as well.<br/><br/>…………………<br/><br/>His dreams were not something he was going to remember, but mostly focused on the new women he had met, both of them, at the same time, with them moaning loudly.  Always perfect dreams to have, too bad he could only really guess what they looked like under the cloths.  It was more than pleasant to imagine.<br/><br/>It was when the dream started to change from him in charge to them, then using something rough to bind his hands to his sides.  Moments later he felt like he was hanging…  Hanging?  That wasn’t right, then there were jerks from around his chest, which was enough to pull him from the depths of sleep.  His eyes snapped open when his armor’s last clasp was removed and his breastplate fell heavily to the ground below.  “What the Fuck?!”  he cursed loudly before hearing the yell from Verita.<br/><br/>When his eyes darted over to where the yell had come from, he was greeted with the sight of her body, and nothing between it and the night air.  Too bad he didn’t have the time to admire the sight, other than muse that he definitely enjoyed it more than his dream while he still could remember it.<br/><br/>The sight of the little balls of light though paused and they flew around her, before one flew infront of him and he saw a weird… female bug… thing.  He followed it with his eyes to see what was binding him.  Parts of the tree were wrapped tightly around his arms, and legs.  “What is going on?!”  he asked the open air.  He felt he should recognize the little bug women, maybe from a story.<br/><br/>That question didn’t last long though as Darion felt his own cloths removed finally now that his belts were gone, all his knives falling to the ground with each belt.  He wasn’t small; not at all, his ‘equipment’ seemed to match the rest of his body.  “Oh, hell no!”  He yelled before he started struggling, pulling at the branches that held him.  The wood creaked but did not break while the muscles along his arms bulged up, looking like solid stone.   With each pull he growled, fighting against what was binding him, and not stopping even when it wasn’t working.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>