He wasn't sure he'd processed what she'd said properly at first. Kind words? From Yonca, really? A pleasant surprise to say the least, and certainly unprecedented. "Thank you, but luck was on my side, t'is all. The darkspawn wouldn't be the threat they were if plenty of warriors wouldn't have also ended up dead in my place. ...Though I suppose their armor would help them stay in one piece. I swear, tonight I'll dream of hurlocks with swords instead of maces. I daresay my wrist would end in a bloody stump right now if that had been reality."
The thought of himself affecting a limp brought a good laugh. Granted, he'd never seen need to play a part, but Desi figured that there were better places than Gwaren for his first auditions. "There are probably Tranquil that make better actors than me, Yonca. I'd be wiser to call it a pilgrim's staff once we make it to town--or wisest yet, leave it along the road somewhere and look into acquiring a serviceable sword soonest I can."
Even from his seat across the campfire from her, Desi could see her studying the documents as she had in the nights past. He could only assume they were the same that she'd picked up from the templar, although one collection of vellum looked much the same as any other. At first, he made nothing of it, but by now they'd piqued his curiosity.