Dinan
The Kamael did not subscribe to much beyond their own harnessing of Soul Magic concerning the arcane arts. As a result few were the one winged angels that ever master the skills of restoration and fewer still that bothered. Dinan subscribed to the same philosophy viewing any gift not of Mystria's giving highly suspect. Nonetheless the Angel was very grateful for only half understood reasons for Willow's presence amongst them right now.
The corpses of their enemies littered the swamp's ground like so much forgotten chaff, the bodies torn apart by blade and smell. The copper tang of freshly spilled blood hung heavily upon the air, giving the noxious scents of Duun a good run for their money. Admist such a scene the only thing that concerned him was the fact Shyc was going to be okay. A attitude normally one Dinan never indulged in, after all soldiers had died before.
But watching the flow of Magic as Willow willed the powers housed in her body,mind,and soul to heal the injuries of their resident thief the winged warrior only felt gratitude. For the healing of a comrade and fellow mercenary. Perhaps though if asked directly there might have been a touch of concern beyond the simple one of a friend.
And judging by the blush on Shyc's face as some thought or another ran through his head, no doubt triggered by Dinan's words, the Angel had a feeling that emotional confusion was mutual. Not that it was confusing but rather that this concern was unknown. The Kamael had never been a people who wore their heart on their sleeves. And the time spent underneath the Compact had slowly but surely killed off the concept of romantic love entirely.
Dinan though was unique in more ways then simply in his sanguine eye colour. He was one of the few one winged angels serving with humans and indeed one who sought them out. Most of his race had little more then disdain and mockery for the short lived race. Too weak to fight and too stupid to realise it was perhaps the kindness thing the Kamael said of humans.
Perhaps though Dinan simply had not lived through enough centuries to become disillusioned with the role of the Guardian. Or perhaps the winged warrior's lack of contact with his race rendered him more open with the vitures of the other races.
Or maybe it was just the fact the Angel simply spent less time looking down at people and more at them. Not that any who had known him would likely agree. But by the standards of the Kamael Dinan was downright wrong. A lone wolf born of a duty bound race that saw fit to turn his Mystria given talents in the service of a different kind.
Or maybe it was just the company that kept him more or less open minded about the concept of racial equality. This reason created as Shyc fell into the abnormal Kamael's arms as he was obliged to bear for a moment to halt the thief's fall. It was admittedly a pleasant burden, Dinan was no stranger to physical passions after all. And he drew a certain level of amusement from the blabbering of the fellow mercenary's embarrassment.
Pleasant or not now that Shyc's welfare did not weigh so heavily on his mind the angel was beginning to wonder the exact purpose behind the battle. These mercenaries that had died by their hands weren't bandits looking for an easy score. Their equipment and training showed them to be a par above the rabble, not to mention the mage they had brought with them. They had also managed to track them and set up the prefect ambush. An ambush that had only failed due to the strength of Dinan,Raze,and Willow.
Exactly what were they looking for?. Dinan wondered as he began to wipe the gore of battle off his face before Willow's yelling caught the bulk of his attention. Our guest? Did her high born family send them after us...No even they wanted her back such a direct method would have put the girl child in harm's way. This theory running through his head as he ran beside Raze and Willow.
Only to find their once ordered and peaceful camp site was to the sight of battle. The ever omnipresent insects of this poisoned marsh beginning their grisly work upon the refuse of battle. Though corpses took second place to a semi mythical figure who held their guest.
"A Drakaani, been awhile since I've seen one of them." Dinan said in a quiet tone to himself. The Kamael could and did live long enough to know all there was to know about the other races. On the flipside few of the Angels ever bothered, content with the facts given to them by now long dead forefathers. Dinan on the other hand preferring a fresh tale had sought out the draconian folk and found the facts true. Though a race of skilled and powerful warriors they had nothing of the numbers of the Kamael. The armour clad and singular winged warrior also respected their creed even if not following himself.
Despite all that the picture painted by roughly handled bodies and bloodstains painting the landscape scarlet did little to recommend lizard faced figure. Then again the fact he was still here also gave him a chance to explain in Dinan's mind.
Deciding as par the course that the others were doing a beautiful job of playing Inquisition all on their lonesome he strolled over to were he had set his bedroll against a lean of trees. Pulling out a clean cloth the winged warrior doused himself with water from his canteen before wiping blood off his face, all of it the enemy's.
Even throughout this process the angel kept a close eye on the Drakaani and his comrades. Approving of Willow's overly aggressive approach if not words he waited till Raze chimed in with his own questions. None of it seemed to need his involvement so Dinan simply went with the flow till the Shyc and Sakura were seen safely off to the rest they needed.