Diran didn't seem too surprised by her lack of emotion. He had met enough mercenaries and the like to know they had to harden themselves for grim tasks.   Still, he wondered if she'd wanted this life, or if it was luck (or a lack thereof) that brought her into this line of work. He shrugged. "You have to do what you have to do.  I'll admit I've never been fond of mercenaries, but who knows, I might have been one myself if I wasn't the son of a priest."<br/><br/>After such a long day spent under the glare of the sun, the cool touch of dusk was a welcome feeling.  Diran watched the sky turn orange, red, purple, and finally dark blue.  Bands of stars flickered brightly without the glare of city lamps.  It reminded him of the treasure they had left behind.<br/><br/>Diran didn't consider resting until the terrain dropped off into a valley. Here, the road veered down along the cliff walls, twisting and turning almost sideways in some areas.  Looking over at the dark expanse of rocks and sand below, he suggested they stop until sunrise, not wanting to risk their horses stepping off a cliff in the dark.  "I don't hear any objections from him," he added after he suggested it. Diran dismounted and patted his poor animal's neck, then took out his flask and poured what was left into a bowl for it.  "We should try to sleep a little to be ready for tomorrow. No fires though, I don't want to call bandits to us."<br/><br/>The man didn't say much else as he sat against a rock and stared out at the horizon. He noticed then that there were a few tiny lights down there-- street lamps.  The town?  He stared and wondered about it all night, unable to sleep.<br/><br/>As the sun rose hours later, Diran realized he almost seemed like himself again. Nothing inside his head spoke to him, nor took control, nor directed his senses.  But that changed when sounds of civilization began to ring out above the morning stillness. Diran felt the god wake and leech energy as he melded their senses. It wasn't too overwhelming, but he braced himself for the worst and flinched at the voice. The man stared off at the town, giving a little nod every now and then.  After a while he stood up. "It will be done, my lord god. Linai?" he looked over to see if she was awake.