Nyph stared at Dremmick as he fell unconscious. He then turned his gaze toward Aeden. Looked back at the unconscious man. Finally landing his gaze upon Nailah who had followed after them. He then started to giggle almost uncontrollably. [color=yellow][i]”He called you ‘high and mighty’, Aeden!”[/i][/color] He rolled over onto his side. [color=yellow][i]”’High and mighty!’ They don’t even know you and they already think you believe you’re better than everyone else!”[/i][/color]

Aeden’s face turned pink with embarrassment. After eighteen years of being teased by Nyph he hoped that he would have been able to deal with anything thrown at him at this point, but the damn pseudodragon still found weak points here and there. He could handle strangers making snap judgements of his character, but when a comrade like Nyph started to poke fun at it like this it became a struggle to maintain composure.

[color=ffd700]”Eighteen years,”[/color] Aeden slowly stated with some effort and a chuckle. [color=ffd700]”Eighteen years and you still get me good, Nyph.”[/color]

Nyph caught his breath and rolled over onto his feet. [color=yellow][i]”Oh that was great! We needed that. Too much time on the road really wears you down, Aeden!”[/i][/color]

Aeden smiled and chuckled a bit more. [color=ffd700]”I guess it’s to be expected.”[/color]

He already knew he would be risking a lot just coming here. He had no expectations that his presence would be appreciated. Then his smile turned into a full grin. [color=ffd700]”I’ll have to do better for next time.”[/color] 

He considered the unconscious Dremmick as Nailah poked him like a cat does with a dead mouse. He would have preferred hearing the man’s name from the man himself. The wounds he carried were incredible. Aeden felt a strong urge to get to work healing the man as he was confident his power to heal was certainly up among the best. Even so, he wanted to respect the wishes of Dremmick to not be healed, even if the comment was more made to be an insult directed towards him.

[color=ffd700]”How is he still alive with all these wounds?”[/color] At this point Lynn arrived with Allard with their own questions and comments. Lynn used water magic to lift his body and shortly after a tail flopped out. It was certainly puzzling to hide such a thing, but Aeden really did not know how to react to it. On one hand he did not exactly trust the blood mage, and this only added to that distrust. On the other hand he imagined he may actually have a good reason to do so. Plenty of the slaves he helped become free made great effort to hide their identity and change who they were, so it was not a particularly unusual sight for him.

Some of this Alliance seemed to be a reasonable sort, but the variety of personalities would make things difficult. Who could he trust? Who would he have to be careful of? He felt Nailah was one he would have to be wary of. He was sure she would not seek to harm him directly, but her actions seemed to him as someone that could care less about anyone but her own interests. Lynn and Allard seemed to have good heads on their shoulders. Dremmick, well, he had no idea what to think of Dremmick. How many others were there? What were they like? Allard already mentioned another healer by the name Ami.

Nyph hovered above them as they slowly transitioned toward the inn. He said nothing as he watched the group with intense interest.