"Can't complain I suppose. We really should be going though, I feel we've overstayed our welcome on this horizon. Lucia's fighting up ahead, we should go lend a hand."
"Okay, but I don't know if I want to fight much more," Des muttered, demotivated, as he followed Alex over to Lucia and some strangers. Everything was tense The fight going on was likely the reason, and he felt anxious to get going, but of course, not without the others.
Where are they? Did they get lost?
Did he get lost? Des dreaded the thought. The strangers spoke, though with a certain sense of impatience and hurry.
"Hello, I'm Raj and this is Gi. We're, u- we're"
"A black warrior and a ginger archeress"
"Hello, I'm---" Des said, though it was clear that none of them wanted to chat much. "I guess it doesn't really matter..." he looked at his feet and shut his mouth, not wanting to think about the mortals he had killed. He didn't like this, he wanted to get back to his own horizon, his homelands. Or at least, what he regarded as his homelands, with safe places for him to hide, and beautiful humans, and no monsters, only slightly bigger versions of cuddly animals.
"I'm getting out of here, anyone that wants to do the same should follow me."
"But--" Des followed them for a bit, as he spoke. "What about Kes and Zuria... and the others?" he asked, and his eyes went back and forth, looking for them. "We can't leave without them. Alex, we can't leave without Kes, you know we can't," he said, clearly distraught at the thought of doing so.