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Darin looked across the group as Marielle appeared at his side. Inwardly he was thankful for the support, should things come to blows. He made a slight motion with the hilt of her sword, giving a quiet order to keep back. She noticed the territoriality the two elves had displayed against each-other, Marielle shoving her breasts out and sucking in her chest to look more competent in comparison. Darin had no such necessity; he had a sword that was almost as tall as he was and a quarter his weight, and a superhuman healing factor, and -- if things got too bad -- a crazed berserker lurking somewhere in the black reaches of his skull.

He took a few steps forward, ignoring the mud sucking at his shoes. "Just passing through?" Darin said. "Might want to find the road that leads around this way, then. Bandits down this road." He swept his cloak aside and turned. "They took my pack, and about half of her clothes, by the looks of things." He squinted his eyes, as if trying to remember exactly what happened. "Perhaps... A dozen of them, maybe less." He shrugged. "And you two look like the sort that could carry yourselves in a fight, but I wouldn't try and take on so many at once."

He crossed his arms at her 'business' comment, his sword hanging lightly in front of him. "Business? You're implying that she..." He looked over at Mirielle. "... And I? Were... Consummating?" He let out a loud laugh then, doubling over at the waist. "Oh, that is a funny claim, miss!" He pulled himself up to his regular height. "I'm a Dinlander, good madame! I would sooner bed an elf than I would stick my nethers into a pig's feeding trough." He grinned. "And I imagine the feeding trough would be a better experience.

"No, best that you turn back before going any farther." The Dinlander grunted, raising his sword to his shoulder. "The roads are getting hairy in these tough times. Wouldn't want you and your mate there to come to any harm." He had just turned Tarwethial's barb back at her - hopefully the comment would sting her deeper than it supposedly had him. In actuality, Darin preferred elves. They were all... Bendy. Whereas this elf didn't look the sort to sleep with a mere human. The thought made it seem like her very eyes would burn out at the thought.

"But if you're just resting, I suppose you wouldn't mind if we two were to sit a spell and rest with you? Perhaps exchange tales from the road? It's been a long journey for Marielle and I, and after that experience back there, I could use a rest and a quick bite, perhaps." Darin smiled charmingly. He gestured for Marielle to step up to his side.