Much to Tim's relief, no one started fighting. Then two more of the Shepherds came to the join this gathering. One was wearing a tactician's coat. and the other was... a young girl? She must have been something really special to be part of the Shepherds. Tim didn't really have much time to think about that. He knew the Dark Mage was looking at him for a minute with an amused expression. Tim flinched, and shivered a little. [i]Great, he probably thinks I'm a coward. Not that he would be wrong...[/i] 

Thankfully, the strangers attention was taken off of him, and onto the Tactician. The two of them started to talk, which ended with the strange man offering an alliance. The young Preist wasn't sure what to believe. On the one hand, he really didn't like this guy. He seemed far to creepy for Tim's liking. The guy's nonchalant attitude about this whole situation made it more unnerving.

On the other hand, he claimed to have food. Tim had never been one to turn down a free meal. Especially in their current situation. And it wouldn't be Preistly to leave someone in the middle of the desert. What would be the right thing to do? Tim fumbled through his bag, and pulled out his Ward Staff, and tightly clutched the handle in his hands, while taking several deep breaths. Having a Staff in his hands made him feel a little better. "If you knew anything about our pursuers, then you can't blame us for being apprehensive, sir..." The Preist muttered.