[b]"H-hey!"[/b] Talbot flailed a bit as he was tied to Zaino. He pulled his face as far away from the creep as possible, growling under his breath. Stupid knight... he was pretty sure if this demon would wake up, his face would be torn off. Silas was probably chuckling, and he flushed at that. The thought of being laughed at made him edgy and uncomfortable. His brown eyes flicked over the scenery, over the large expanse of sand and rock. A frown crossed his cracked lips. Yes, they would have to move to a town. This place was about to give someone a [i]fucking[/i] stroke. And, knowing his luck, it was going to be him. Imagine, a heat stroke passing over a mage! 
Suddenly, the woman that was named Helena spoke up. He smirked, pulling off his hat and giving her a flourish. [b]"M'name's Talbot. Pleased to meat... I mean... meet you. The lad that's behind me is Silas. Don't mind him, he's a little slow."[/b] great, his hunger was getting in his way again. But the joke made him feel a bit better. He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. [b]"Yes, I'm riding. I guess I have no choice. This man's tied to me. I'm like a lamb tied to a sleeping tiger."[/b] he joked, coughing a bit. The wind was picking up. This put him on edge, He hoped that there wouldn't be a sandstorm while they were riding. 
Talbot glanced back at Helena from staring into the distance. [b]"This... man seems to know you. Your name is... Helena, eh? Where have I heard that name before?"[/b] he held on to his hat as the wind howled across the desert. [i]Please, don't let it be a sandstorm...[/i] he begged. He would have to go and take all of the sand out from between his fragile tome pages...