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Sean seemed to comprehend well enough of the situation and made his choice: the “angry” elven woman whom accepted. Dara thought it good controversy had not yet come up, the last thing they needed was an argument over who went with whom, because they ether didn’t like them or wanted someone else etc. The young woman Bliss seemed to concur with his plan and even suggested a type of modification to it. “It’ll be better implemented after we’re fully healed, but I’ll keep that in mind,” he commented. As for her little joke her talkative attitude Dara gave a small smile, after all such a thing was the least of his worries.

Bliss also made a comment of them getting to know each other better, to which Dara answered, “Well besides my obvious heritage there really isn’t that much interesting about me, my views aren’t too dissimilar from anyone else in this room.” He was of course downplaying those facts, he indeed had his own past that would interest some, but he saw no point in bringing up those memories. Memories of that night…with a fire blazing around him…a cry from his father… a moment of complete despair before he sold himself in order to regain what they had lost. The draconic man pushed those thoughts away; they were useless at the moment.

He focused on his left arm, sending signals down it commanding his fingers to move. The muscles and nerves were intact and functional, the ointment that healer gave him coupled with his quasi-healing factor seamed performing exceedingly well, by morning it would be good enough to do the demanded strenuous tasks, albeit with some soreness throughout.

Dara then heard the footfall of hooves from behind him, his vision adjusted expecting see a horse, though he couldn’t imagine why one was being brought into their quarters, but instead his vision was greeted by perhaps the most exotic thing he had seen all day. A man, whom Dara could only assume was one of the men that profited from their exploits (or lack there of), brought in a centaur. It…he was more or less thrown right into their laps, being called Cutlass-Prince, though with the way the man pronounced it-it sounded like some sort of insult. He seemed to be regarded as beast rather than a man, something the centaur disproved by speaking fluently in the common language and promptly breaking the wealthy man’s leg with a single hoof strike, doing so with a certain amount of satisfaction Dara noticed.

When it was over with the draconic man only had questions. What was a centaur doing here? Was he meant to be part of their team now? How many more people were going to be apart of this before the end? Before this day Dara had never seen one of Cutlass’s kind, only heard about though word of mouth about various farms and racing circuits. If this indeed was meant to be an addition to their team, then it would either prove useful, or complicate things further. After pinching the bridge of his nose Dara said in a somewhat irritable tone, “Okay, guess we have to do the show and tell thing again. You can call me Dara, I can good with a sword and axes and I can breathe fire…sometimes. Everybody give him your names, skills, and get it over with, I don’t want any surprises or complaints tomorrow.” At this point that day seemed to be dragging on, Dara thought it was best to get acquainted with their new team member quickly so they could rest for the remainder of the night, they’d need their strength.