That woman was flirting with him. Talbot closely eyed the dancer, his brows furrowing. She [i]was[/i] a pretty woman, he had to admit. He really wasn’t one to go and flirt with girls, because he had had a… horrible experience with women. That was where he was going to stop thinking about it. He wanted nothing else to do with those kind of thoughts. They usually got him depressed, and a depressed Talbot was not a nice Talbot to be around. His brown eyes flicked over her, and a twitch of a smirk crossed his lips. She was introducing herself, wasn’t she? She was a sweet woman… But he felt as if there was something that he was missing.

[b]”Thank you, Evie.”[/b] he said as he bowed deeply before her. [b]”I needed that water. I felt as if I was going to pass out without it, and you would have had to drag an unconscious mage back and forth the desert.”[/b] that was all he needed, really. The water and food made his day, and he would no longer have to worry if he was going to fall over and die. Talbot narrowed his eyes, feeling someone approach them. Evie said something, but before he could reply, he heard someone speak to them.

Talbot spun around, weakly grabbing for his tomes and narrowing his eyes at the new arrival. This… man. He didn’t seem like the type of guy he wanted to be around. Then again… he bore garbs similar to a Dark Mage’s. And he didn’t seem like the type of person to be an enemy… Then again, when he started to talk about the food that he was offering being poisoned, Talbot made sure that Evie and Tim were behind him. His hand went to his satchel, and his eyes flashed aggressively. [i]Is he an assassin?[/i] he thought.

[b]”Who are you? Get back!”[/b] he cried hoarsely, pulling out his Thoron tome and gripping the binds tightly. Even though he was weak and he wasn’t the leader of this little group, he didn’t want anyone to get hurt. [b]”Who are you to give us food and tell us it might or might not be poisoned?”[/b]