Daca'li's eyes shifted to Kieara, a brow lofting at her comment. As they came to a halt, he simply shifted out of the way so the driver could take his cargo. "...suppose there will be more room now, yes." He said to break whatever silence befell them, "and seeing how no one else will..." He suddenly said as he hopped out of the caravan, stretching some before looking about. "Is this a job for most of you? Or are most using this as a form of transport to return home and make a few gil on the way?" Daca'li rose both brows as he looked from passenger to passenger. "So far, I've seen a few introverts and two timid females, no offense," he settles his eyes upon both females while offering a nod. "But it doesn't look like most of you are heavily involved in the Mercenary trade. Am I correct in this, or are mine eyes deceiving me?" Daca'li drew his spear, slowly twirling it before resting it along his shoulders, arms curling around the pole to rest.
