[b]Quinn[/b]

A lot was happening fast. First, new world. Pretty big deal. Second, Tyson is unfazed by this. Not entirely surprising, but still. Third, a little lady was now talking to them, and indeed saying this was a new world. Great. Fourth, a strange man with a crossbow who looks less then pleases was just clawed by Silver, which can't exactly be the best first impression. 

"So uhh." Quinn let his mouth hang open, not entirely sure how to go about this all. "You're not going to go back to our camp are you?" He asked to Tyson already knowing the answer. His friend couldn't ignore adventure. Quinn looked down and smiled awkwardly, trying to match the peppy little one's friendliness. He couldn't help but keep his eyes darting up to the tall slender man though. He was muttering and picking up his weapon. 

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[b]Liarty[/b]

[i]Lousy stupid hawk. Shouldn't have seen me. I can hunt the shit out of hawks.[/i] The half elf muttered quietly as he re-armed himself. As he had his hands on his weapon, he let it slowly lower to a less threatening position. While he was eyeing up the gleeful looking kid out of the pair, he also had a particular death glare for the Lalafell. Julia, as it would seem. He should have guessed it would be her, she's the only one who spends any time around here. It got under his skin that she had somehow learned his name. It's not like he went around saying it for no reason. She must have found one of his tagged belongings. His pendant maybe? It's got his named scratched into the back, and it's been missing since a hunt a while back.

"What, pray tell. The fuck is happening here?" His voice was cold, like rain on stone. It was also flat and incredibly dry. He spoke with a low sort of drabness. No excitement at all. He crooked his neck to look at the two boys and Julia. "You know, they probably shouldn't be allowed to leave right?"