“That’s not hard to believe; the younger you are the more human you seem to look.  But I have seen some older that it would make sense humans would think they were demons.”  He replied with a shrug to Foran’s comment about history, but he didn’t really seem to care as he looked in to fire, and was enjoying the warms as he pulled his gauntlets and the leather gloves underneath off.  The claw mark on his right bicep, and multiple other scars became visible clearly on his arms.  Some looked like they were caused by shallow blades, maybe an arrow for one.   The claw mark looked like it had probably come from a ramen with the look of it, the number of claws that had cut him.  He held his hands up to the fire to get some of the heat.<br/><br/>The little magic show with the burnt log drew his attention.  It, like all the displays of magic was impressive, but didn’t stun him much like these little shows of magic probably would from the average human.  He didn’t miss them whispering between each other, though he couldn’t hear it, it was suspicious.  Even more so when one of them decided to ‘go look for food’ after their whispered conversation.  The sword was at his side, so he didn’t say anything about it at all.<br/><br/>With the question, Daron grinned lightly and reached for his sword.  “I am a swordsman.  One of the best from the Merc group I was part of, and one of the best I have met.”  He answered as he set the sword back down.  As he was doing that though he could hear the loud rustling in the bushes from Razor moving away, not seeing what happened after that though.  “It is the only thing I have really ever learned.  Growing up among Mercs will do that to someone.  That focus has saved my ass quite a few times.”<br/><br/>When Donchen decided to finally go to bed, darion had to admit he could sympathize with the fox man.  That was proved whit a yawn from the human.  He was refusing to lay back just yet, he could wait until the other Ramen returned.  And he waited until Foran was asleep before watching Verita for a moment.<br/><br/>But just waiting was boring so he turned his attention to Verita while digging into his pack, looking for some of the last of his own food stores.  He pulled out a little stale bread, about a fourth of a loaf of bread.  He hadn’t mentioned he had a little food to the Ramen, he was sure they could handle themselves.  Breaking off half of the loaf he reached over and offered it to Verita.  “Couldn’t hurt to have a little food.”  It was only maybe 3 bites worth of bread that he was giving her, about the same as his.  “So why do you want to go on an adventure so much?  Not that I am saying it is a bad reason to want to help.”  At least she had a choice in this life, even if the look from the villagers as they left may cause some resentment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>