"S-slave!?" Chachan repeated in surprise, for surprise was exactly how he felt about such an assumption. He hadn't even considered that sort of thing - he saw someone hurt on the side of the road and had wanted to help. Did... did slavers actually do that sort of thing? It brought a frown to the Lalafell's lips before he shook his head to dismiss such thoughts from his mind.
"I'm... I jus' like ta halp people, is all," he admitted, rather lamely. "I'm trainin' ta be a Paladin ta do just that, 'n I do odds 'n ends fer Ms. Momodi to halp folkses in other ways. Though... I... I 'spose I have no way ta prove that, huh? At least, not out here in th' middle'a nowhere."
He looked a little dejected, perhaps at his own inability to prove his trustworthiness. He glanced away from her, his violet gaze on the horizon as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Behind him, Avenger returned to picking the bits of sand out of his wings.
"I..." he paused. "I... guess ya'd jus' hafta trust me."
"I'm... I jus' like ta halp people, is all," he admitted, rather lamely. "I'm trainin' ta be a Paladin ta do just that, 'n I do odds 'n ends fer Ms. Momodi to halp folkses in other ways. Though... I... I 'spose I have no way ta prove that, huh? At least, not out here in th' middle'a nowhere."
He looked a little dejected, perhaps at his own inability to prove his trustworthiness. He glanced away from her, his violet gaze on the horizon as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Behind him, Avenger returned to picking the bits of sand out of his wings.
"I..." he paused. "I... guess ya'd jus' hafta trust me."
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