"Disagreement?" Excel surveyed the woman one more time and recalled the appearance of Darrian. He was a fairly attractive man, at least in Excel's opinion. Perhaps they had some sort of falling out or were in a previous relationship. Yeah, that had to be it, she did seem like she could be royalty. Or at least, married into royalty. Perhaps.

At that moment, she had moved a little closer to him. Although he wasn't the type to look into body language too much, this, he did notice. "Shepherds?" he thought of a couple of people he'd seen while traveling who herded sheep. He couldn't imagine anyone wanting to kill people like that. Excel shook his head, his image of Darrian slowly corroding away. "I won't lie, I'm a mercenary," Excel tapped his armor, gesturing towards it. "But, there's no way I'd work for a sick dude like that. Anyone who attacks farmers is no one I'd want to be allied with," Excel exclaimed, plopping down into the sand. Fatigue was making itself known to him and his knees had just given way. Sweat was beading down his forehead now. It'd been awhile since he'd had a conversation, and even small things like this were beginning to put a toll on his body. Most of it was mental, however; as soon as the last drop of water had disappeared, the side effects of being in the desert this long had increased exponentially.

Excel looked up at the woman now, wiping some sweat off of his forehead and clearing his long strands of hair out of his face. "I hope this Darrian guy isn't an ex boyfriend of yours or something. If he was, then, I bet he was an awful date. Anyways, we've got to hurry up and get out of this place, I just drank and I'm already thirsty!"