Atar took a drink, deeper than his last and gestured back to the swordsman, shooing the girl away from him politely. Dark narrow eyes were focused on the child before him, the prodding poking and pulling unnerved him, he was an adept talent, not that he could not shield himself from the child, it would be a cold thing to do he thought. "Stop that." He said, eyes clearly on Alberich. The silence that had surrounded them moments before was sundered, ripped away by the child ministrations with careless ease. Not intentional, no, he was clearly just experimenting with it. He liked the child even more now, fearless that one. "Grab hold of it and stop poking, you need to grasp firmly and hold tight lest you hurt someone." Atar was speaking common, and wondered if the child understood him. From his squawking he gathered not... but still, maybe. He fidgeted as eyes turned to him, suddenly looking uncomfortable from where he sat. Dred pulled his sheathed sword and cloak from his belt, laying the dusty cloak next to him, the sword he placed across his lap, sitting cross legged.
Dred watched as the mage beside him raised an arm, palm turned upward, hand flat and fingers open. Green flames licked his fingers and sprung to life, colors changing rapidly as the bright hues drained out of them leaving only grays and blues. Rapidly the flames collapsed on themselves, chilled to what appeared to be ice, curled into a ball, and appeared to be simply made of shadow. The coalesced shadows were no longer than the mans thumb. After a moment of its solidity Atar passed the fingers of his free hand through the ethereal shadow ball, then offered it to Alberich. "Your son is an adept." He stated flatly, glancing at Raflroil, then to Silverd'art, then to Mya. The magic he was offering the child was harmless, a childs' practice tool in many schools. The magic could be pulled and prodded but would fade completely away with a lack of focus on it.
Dred seemed uneasy, Tiraris was fixing a hate filled look on Raflroil, the swordsman shifted his position slightly and leaned forward, right hand picking up a piece of fruit, canted his head to Raflroil once more, then took a bite of the deliciously sweet, moist morsel. Freshly harvested from a brand of cacti on their way he knew, scarce unless in season. "Your kindness is well received, and shall be matched in any way that we can afford. Might I inquire of your planned route?" the common tongue rolled easily from his tongue, even in the tired and rugged state he was in, he managed to keep his tone polite, but commanding. He realized his eyes hadn't left Alberich, and that the mage hadn't moved yet. Atar was starting to look a little agitated, as if perhaps he was wrong. "Zeyna, it appears you are more familiar with this desert than you lead me to believe." He wasn't surprised that she had sheltered the information, not all were confident to open and forward about themselves. "Long story short, Raflroil, my friend and I are bounty hunters, we were seeking a kidnapped Adelan high born child, who was a mage, kidnapped and sold into slavery by Connlaoth. Mordecai were in pursuit of the child, accused of using magery in Connloath of course, the child's guide killed her companion and her, as mordecai set upon the village they were at. We killed the Mordecai" he gestured to the mage and Silverd'art "And then came across a man, a necromancer, we know from years past, and moments after that arrived in the desert."