Darion's face darkened a bit as he listened to everything, and heard multiple people in the group seemed to agree to whatever conditions Fanya was proposing.  Nothing was looking all that great for him and the others.  After a deep sigh of resignation, Darion spoke up himeslf.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Alright, I agree to this as well.  I get the feeling if I don't go along with you, I won't get what I want and need.”</span>he said for a moment, leveling suspicious eyes on Fanya.  Of course the suspicious look didn't last very long in the face of Fanya's painted body, his eyes filled with lust rather quickly.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“Though keep in mind, I don't trust you not to be playing us, just showing us an act... which I get the feeling you are skilled at doing.  People with great amounts of money or power are never to be trusted in the wasteland.”</span>Darion stated, looking away from Fanya and to whoever was speaking at that time, he was trying to keep his lust for the woman from distracting him.<br/><br/>Truthfully, Darion after her speech felt the same as everyone else, that he maybe should stick around, if for no other reason than to make sure more of them survived if it proved to be a bad idea to follow Fanya's advice.  He could at least make sure some of them survived.<span style="color: seagreen">“As long as she knows who gave the order to allow that event to happen years ago... and I can get the information... then I can follow you for now.”</span>Darion added to what he had said before, agreeing to go along with Fanya and his condition for doing so.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>