Drest went cold. Dark magic... it was his worst fear, the suspicion that had tugged at him earlier that he'd pushed away. He should have trusted himself. He should have run the second he'd seen the snake-faced bastard approach and that cold uneasiness settle so heavily inside him. But he didn't, and now he was here with a stranger he still wasn't sure whether to trust. Every moment be became less wary, but there was still that vestige of distrust. That quiet voice that told him, [i]She'll bring you to him. She is acting.[/i]

"I'm...not in danger," he said, although the doubt in his voice was palpable. "I'm sure he was after someone else. Maybe I just, looked like someone he wanted dead. You know?" He was afraid that he was mistaken or simply lying to her. He was afraid of going with her and risking giving his trust to a stranger. Even more scary was that he didn't really have much of a choice, or that was what it felt like.

"Laila... um, pretty name. I am Drest."

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