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

Gabe's keen vision and steely eyed gaze caught all that transpired up ahead. He let out a whistle when he saw her gut punch Hannibal, and despite his pity at what was happening, it was the most amusing thing he'd seen in awhile. Served Hannibal right, he thought to himself, tearing that poor Nekroz girl straight off her camel. He'd have shot someone if they did that to him, after all. Then again, people only touched him when they meant to do him harm, mainly because it was a last resort before he killed them himself. But despite all the killings and all the lonesome days, somehow he still had a bit of heart left. 

"[color=ed1c24]Scuse me[/color]" he said to Naahdira, giving her a tip of his hat. He led his camel forward at a quicker pace, guiding it by the reigns until he made his way up to the fore of the column. He sighed, as he usually did before he spoke to someone in conversation. It made him uncomfortable doing this, but so did many things he had to do. Stoic, he walked over towards Aurelia and gave her a tip of his hat as well, before catching the reins of her mount along the way for her. "[color=ed1c24]Are you alright?[/color]" he inquired, giving her as warm of a tone as he could manage. His gruff voice carrying over the sand just loud enough for her and anyone extremely close could hear. He peeked out from under his hat, and his dark eyes met hers as he spoke. 

Judging by how she had been acting previously, this girl was uncomfortable around people. Rightly so, he'd reckon. He saw the kind of reception she had gotten from the crowd back in Oasis. He wasn't usually the charitable type, but he'd always had a soft spot for women and children, and especially for other orphans. He pulled forward the reins of her camel, and held them out for her to grab herself. Actions spoke louder than words, and he wasn't planning on speaking anymore than he had to.
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