Desmond glanced at Delwyn. A look passed between them, straight faced to most onlookers but they were quite familiar with each other.
We need more info, Desmond's expression said.
She's in need of help, Delwyn face shot back.
Desmond assented, a relaxation of his face said he agreed. Â
"Please," he began, palms forward, a look of appeal on his face. The staff swung back to his chest. He made no sudden moves, his eyes never left hers. "We are not following you, it is you who sought us out and you have found us."Â
Again he tried to reassure her with a smile, "We've been called Drifters, true enough. My name is Desmond," he bowed his head slightly, "this man is called Delwyn," motioning to Kayle.
"And you are?"
We need more info, Desmond's expression said.
She's in need of help, Delwyn face shot back.
Desmond assented, a relaxation of his face said he agreed. Â
"Please," he began, palms forward, a look of appeal on his face. The staff swung back to his chest. He made no sudden moves, his eyes never left hers. "We are not following you, it is you who sought us out and you have found us."Â
Again he tried to reassure her with a smile, "We've been called Drifters, true enough. My name is Desmond," he bowed his head slightly, "this man is called Delwyn," motioning to Kayle.
"And you are?"
