Both the Miqo'te and Desmond turned at the hails from the red-haired man approaching on chocoback. Exchanging a pacifying look between them, they greeted the third of their party now. And the fourth, if one counted the bird.
"Erm, yes I am Desmond Aryll." He watched as the Miqo'te accepted the greeting wordlessly. Desmond approved of the response.Â
Kayle Delwyn had an easy air about him. Desmond wondered if the man had a good grasp on what they were instructed to do. The chocobo, Redwind as Delwyn called him kept on the man's right. He noted the weaponry strapped to the bird's saddle within easy reach. Looks might be deceiving with this one.Â
"Not a problem. If it is alright with the two of you, I thought we might wait for nightfall. It would give us some time pick up any more help. I already scouted the camp." Desmond began as he untied a water sack from his pack, "There looks to be about a dozen of them. There is a large tent in the middle however that is still a mystery, I'm not sure if there is anyone else in there." He tossed the water sack to Delwyn. "With a good plan of attack, we can eliminate a third of their number before they realize we are there."Â
Returning to his pack, he looked from one newcomer to the other, "In the meantime, I would like to know what you both can do." Grasping his gladius' pommel with his off-hand, he pulled it a ways out of it's sheath before letting it fall back in with a 'thunk'. His sword introducing him as trained in the gladiatorial arena.
He cocked an eyebrow at the two men, waiting.
"Erm, yes I am Desmond Aryll." He watched as the Miqo'te accepted the greeting wordlessly. Desmond approved of the response.Â
Kayle Delwyn had an easy air about him. Desmond wondered if the man had a good grasp on what they were instructed to do. The chocobo, Redwind as Delwyn called him kept on the man's right. He noted the weaponry strapped to the bird's saddle within easy reach. Looks might be deceiving with this one.Â
"Not a problem. If it is alright with the two of you, I thought we might wait for nightfall. It would give us some time pick up any more help. I already scouted the camp." Desmond began as he untied a water sack from his pack, "There looks to be about a dozen of them. There is a large tent in the middle however that is still a mystery, I'm not sure if there is anyone else in there." He tossed the water sack to Delwyn. "With a good plan of attack, we can eliminate a third of their number before they realize we are there."Â
Returning to his pack, he looked from one newcomer to the other, "In the meantime, I would like to know what you both can do." Grasping his gladius' pommel with his off-hand, he pulled it a ways out of it's sheath before letting it fall back in with a 'thunk'. His sword introducing him as trained in the gladiatorial arena.
He cocked an eyebrow at the two men, waiting.
