Anastasia released both men from her arms and looked at where the voice came from. There she saw a grey-skined woman with what looked like a permanent scowl on her face and quite sharp teeth. At least as sharp as Lucien's.
Walking over her, Anastasia offered her hand to shake and smiled her usual smile at the Ork look-a-like woman.
Davius started massaging his sides a bit, grateful for the protection his armor provided. With some dose of satisfaction, he noticed that his accuser lacked any additional protection and fared far worse.
'Suits him well', he thought, trying not to let a vengeful smirk appear on his face. It was helped by it not being his most comfortable hug ever, as proved by him instinctivelty massaging his sides, not to mention that he usually reserved hugs for the closest family members, and this breach of personal space had left him distinctly uncomfortable.
His mood wasn't helped by the fact that they seemed to be so quick to think him a purge-happy 'barbarian'. It still baffled him how his words could be misinterpreted that way, but the fact they somehow managed to jump to such extreme conclusions had left him with a sense of unease. Especially considering how otherwise naive and optimistic Anastasia had been.
"Doth thee wanteth to join us?"
Anastasia momentarly paused, then her eyes nearly seemed to shine for a moment.
"And I do beseech you touch thy ears? Please?"
'A bit too direct', Davius noticed. Well, at least he wouldn't be fully outmatched when it came to socialising, for once.
"You do realize I just be wakin' up right? Join you for what exactly and for dat matta' who exactly are you and yer friends little lady," Zheldie asked as she stood up to her full height looking down at the girl. Then the girl's other question caught up to her, causing her to flinch back in surprise at the bizarre request. "That be a mighty strange request little lady, why do ya seem so interested in my ears?"
"Aye, I offereth my most humble apology about that thou mayest refer to me as Anastasia Sylvestre, thy white-hair'd gentleman th're is Jack Winters, the hood'd gentleman is Lucas Malayaka, thy brown-hair'd gentleman is Cosmas Nirganatre and the vampire is Lucien Pyrone. I do beseech you asketh for thy name mine Lady?"
The fact Anastasia had failed to introduce him did little to reduce his worries. Well then, in that case he needed to counter the mistrustful duo.
"Please, forgive my acquaintance here, she can be a bit... presumptious at times" Davius offered with a gentle smile. Since Anastasia seemed to just entangle herself into a conversation with another person, again without mentioning him, he felt he could afford a slightly mocking remark. "You can call me Davius Czar." He considered her a bit, before deciding to answer her questions. She seemed more...
rough, than others, and not just because of her inhuman appearance, but also due to her accent that suggested a tougher background, back when she was, he presumed, human. He expected her to be more responsive to utilitarian arguments, than to Anastasia's approach, which suited him perfectly.
"As to why you would like to join our little group, it is my belief that in about a week, when food is going to become scarce in the area, unless new people stop appearing anytime soon, that is, this crowd is going to become less than friendly. As the competition for resources, hunting grounds and access to drinking water is going to grow heated, it would be be best if you had somebody to watch your back and help in various ways only our unique spellbooks and abilities can. Alone, I'm afraid that the various groups that are going to form and would consider lone wolfs easy targets to rob them off supplies. I don't doubt that you are more than capable, but as people say, quantity has a quality of its own.
"So, what will you say? Can we count you in our group, miss..." Davius strained the last syllable into question, inviting her to introduce herself.
