"Your welcome..." Tim replied with a nod. The ends of his mouth curled into a slight smile before returning to his usual expression of meekness. Tim hadn't yet learned all the names of his fellow Shepherds, so he wasn't sure how to respond to Talbot's comment, and he just stood there, shuffling his feet. As the Dancer lady introduced herself, Tim wondered what he meant when he told the Dancer he wished more Shepherds were like them. [i]Do Shepherds normally not share there their drinks with each other? I thought these guys were supposed to be like brothers?[/i]

His thoughts were interupted when Evie suddenly took a step back, and hid behind Talbot and himself. A gesture that startled the young Preist, and made him jump a little, and flinch noticeably. He was thankful that he managed to not let out a high pitched squeal, as he often did when he was startled. She pointed to some figure off in the distance. 

Tim turned around, to get a better look at whatever it was Evie was pointing to, and found the mysterious figure was much closer than Tim was comfortable with. It was a dark haired, pale skinned man wearing dark colored robes that were the sign of a Dark Mage, possibly even a Sorcerer. As the strange man approached the group, and started to talk, and threw down a bag of what he claimed to be food and water before them, Tim had an uncomfortable feeling about this guy. He knew that not everyone who practices Dark Magic was evil, Talbot was proof of that, but something about the way this man spoke was definitely off. His smile did nothing to reassure him. The longer Tim stayed in his presence, the more anxious he became.

But what was Tim to do? If this Dark Mage was indeed hostile, he had no means of fighting back. He was a Preist not a Warrior. His job was to stand back and heal wounds of his allies, not inflict them on others. At worst, all he could do was lightly bonk him on the head with his staff. What was Evie thinking hiding behind him? Surely Talbot would be better to suited to defending her if this creepy man decided to pull out a tome, and cast a spell all of a sudden. Running away would have been an even better option. That's what he would have done. He was tempted to do just that, but what kind of impression would that make? That he was a sniveling coward. That was the last thing he wanted his fellow Shepherds to think.

Tim shut his eyes, and took several deep breaths before opening his eyes again. He tried to put on a brave face, which wasn't that different from his normal face. "Um... uh... I-I- I think it's ok... Um... I think were fine... T-t-thank you,,." He replied as bravely as he could, which at this point wasn't much. He still stuttered a lot, and avoided making eye contact. He bit his lip nervously, and looked over at Talbot hoping he would know how to handle this situation better.