[center][h2][color=ed1c24]The Wanderer: Gabriel Del'Tannon[/color][/h2][/center] 

Gabe raised his eyebrow at Hannibal's theatrics. He thought about his earlier opinion of the man. The eccentric was fast becoming just unhinged in his mind. He shook his head slowly, his duster flowing in the wind as he walked. Unfortunately, he was used to crazy people, having lived in the alleyways with the scum of Oasis most of his life. He couldn't see how the women would eat that kind of stuff up. Then again, he guessed it beat the alternative of what gang fellows did to women. Drink and force. 

[color=fff79a]"You do realize... we are going to be on the move for quite some time, yes? Why... do you have such a heavy garb?"[/color]
"[color=ed1c24]Hmm?[/color]" he reacted. His steely eyed gaze switched to the statuesque and ebony skinned woman beside him. She carried herself like a warrior. He also thought the question odd, coming from her. "[color=ed1c24]Speak for yourself.[/color]" he said gruffly. He let the silence last for a few moments, but he realized he should at least converse with her. If he was to be traveling with these folk, he might as well get to know them, or trust them enough to speak plainly. "[color=ed1c24]I used it to keep away the sand and prying hands. If it gets too hot, I'll put it on the camel.[/color]" 
[@Athinar]