Name: Blaque<br/>Location: Forest Clearing just within the Macedon border<br/>Tagging: Senadra<br/><br/>Blaque looked deeply into the young woman's eyes. Like his mother, he believed the eyes were mirrors into a persons soul and they revealed things about said person that ones lips would not reveal right away. It was easy to tell that she came from a hard experience. Her attire and what she said only confirmed his initial gaze into her eyes. Which further set in stone the fact she distrusted him. She was in the right to distrust strangers and even more so considering she came from a slave camp. Thus, this would bring a few more questions to his mind, what of the wyvern? Was it hers or did she take it? If she took it, she did a decent job of getting away. Fascinating... Despite the complete happiness in his mind from examining her situation and breaking it down, his face remained stoic. "If I was planning on bringing you back. I would not offer to waste valuable supplies on your life. That is usually how bandits think... unless they want to use you for more.... adult matters. Still, if you desire an honest answer... I really have no reason to come to your aid... Still, would you dare squander a chance to see tomorrow?" While he seemed cold, his question was more to see how she would answer. Some would jump at the chance to live, some would rather die. It all came down to will and he wanted to see what kind of will she had, if any left at all. Though, the 'fire' in her eyes made him think she still had plenty of will left in her to live. "Still... there is also the fact of being in this forest... In these times, no place is really safe. Thus, would you dare to be alone with a stranger such as I? I could very well leave a vulnerary and water with you and be on my way, but... what if a group of bandits comes and attacks you? What then? You'll die or become there plaything." Blaque soon looked around at the surroundings. They were too far off from his home and being in a clearing put them in a pretty bad spot. At least, in his opinion, but if she wanted him to stay... he dared not move her too much. Still, besides his eyes and mouth, he made no other movements. The raven on his shoulder just remained quiet, but still eyeing her up.