<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6b/5f/d3/6b5fd36a5b475af394692ec0b3d92495.jpg)</div>Her plea worked, and the rope is removed.   As he allowed her to lift it up, and he would pull the noose back and secure the rope on his saddle.    Following the allowance given, he would  answer her question as to why he is called the Hellhound.   She listens attentively to the answer given.   Her eyes go wide,  and with this it is the first time he will pay heed that her eyes are not a golden brown but gold, the iris.   Likely a marking of the magic within her.<br/><br/>She is a good listener.   She also shows she is more than looks,  she has  a charisma about her.   It seems she hangs on each word he says,  as if each one is the most important she has heard.   Such part is easy for her.   For she is truly eager to her of his life.  When hers has indeed been a gilded cage.   She feels the weight of such on her.   She lets a yawn slip out just as he hands her the water skin.   Taking the water skin, she would nod and respond.<br/><br/>"Thank you."  With her reply she would take a swig from the water skin.   She repeats another swallow from it and then hands it back to Darius.<br/><br/>"My name is Laya if it matters that you should know it."<br/><br/>The two converse for the next several hours as they ride.   The countryside is green with a few trees here and there.   The desert yet lay ahead in the journey.    Soon as dusk is upon them,  with the evening now being entered.   The smoke and lanterns of a village lays ahead.    Where they can find shelter at the local inn of the village.    Usually serving a dual purpose.   A place to gather for the villagers, and a place to stop and rest for weary travelers.<br/><br/>The relative quiet and lack of follower travelers ended a few hours ago as they neared the village.  For the past several hours, they have seen other travelers.