Seeing another dasher was a delight but on his runaway state and the sight of a weapon made him raise his arms in distress. " I'M SORRY! I-I MEAN NO HARM!" he yelled as he took a few steps back with each forward Nushaba took. What was a dasher doing so close to shooter territory he asked to himself, was he working with them in some way?. A cold chill run up his spine and he swallowed loudly, was he going to report him for a bounty?. " I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WAS YOUR PROPERTY!"
(prefereable not a shooter)
Deyaan had dreams of grand adventures and a thirst for new worlds to explore, sadly his only great adventure made him land on the wrong place at the wrong time. mostly because of his horrific sense of orientation, he thought it would have been easy as with his friend Skye but looks like the gods had other plan for him,his luck was never the best but he always managed to turn it around somehow no matter how dark. He survived the encoutner with some Shooters that were hunting on the area and convinced them that he was a great asset, that he was worth more alive, given his amazing powers of divination by bones and other bullshit qualities he didn't have and so he was auctioned as a slave for a wealthy family based at The Capital. The Lucock's.
The young dasher made use of his charm to make the matriarch of the family drop to his knees and managed to escape after she went soft on him and allowed her slave to run freely without any restrictions. Deyaan was finally free after almost a year of slave service that went beyond cleaning a few rooms.... At least he could say the mature lady did know how to ride a deer, he surely had many stories to tell although not all are good. The members of the family really need therapy .... Now he is hiding on Rainmill, trying to get his profile as low as he can until he reaches safer lands, so far he is still paranoid he might be hunt down and returned to the his owner.
Deyaan is a runaway. Will you assist him or report him?.
(it's almost 4am sorry for the shitty starter)
"..." Deyaan squinted at Nushaba when he asked and slowly reached for a rusted knife he was keeping on his pocket, it wouldn't do the trick but at least he could try to defend himself if this stranger got any funny ideas. He wasn't reading his body language properly and his change in tone from fear to hostility showed it "w-why do you want to know!?....i-i'm just passing by.....i-i said i mean no harm...".
"I-I'm not a criminal. I'm a victim.." He slowly let go of the knife and looked around him "I'm running away from my masters, i was taken against my will. I-if you can really help me...i would appreciate it. I need to get to the desert but i got no clue which direction to take."
Deyaan rubbed this eyes tiredly " My name is Deyaan Sandstorm....by the way"
Nushaba was naming all this places but Deyaan couldn't look like he got all that even if he tried really hard to memorize it all. After all he fell into Shooter's hands for not having even a drop of orientation and knowledge of the world's cities. "Er...Sure, thank you.". He followed the fellow dasher mantaining his distance in silence. cringing at the sight of the blood dripping from that poor animal oh god that's nasty "...a new paintjob for your ride? heh.."