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

Gabe nodded at Hannibal's apology. It was an odd custom, but one he'd seen before. He made sure to give him a pat on the back as soon as he turned to go. It looked like his spirits weren't dampened though. "[color=E0FFFF]Ho! My fellow beacons of life in this cruel wasteland! A joyous close to the first day, isn't it? I feel as if the whole of Oasis couldn't stop us if they tried! With luck this blasted desert won't either.[/color]" Gabe was usually averse to such men, but with a suicide mission like this, he was glad they had a leader with such spirit. "[color=ed1c24]Reckon so.[/color]" he replied to Hannibal's announcement. 

He began to move on at that, the Caravan still moving at a brisk pace, before the Nekroz girl invited him to sit by the fire that night. She made it sound ominous, but he knew better. He glanced back at her as he led his own mount away, and tipped his hat in acceptance. He'd join her, if only to sit by a fire and listen. The desert still sprawling before them and Oasis sinking into the distance, he might need a strong drink to lift his spirits. 
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