" damn, that was quite an entrance. "
Dharlan greets the woman with a friendly, disarming grin. He pulls his way through the crowd, disregarding the milieu of tieflings old and new, bearing a visage that spoke of interest and fire. Most of the crowd he has hustled through look at him with disdain and annoyance, but clearly not surprised. He hasn't made it a habit to keep himself quiet, much to the chagrin of both tieflings & druids alike. He bets if there was one thing those two groups could agree on: they would dump him at the most morally acceptable chance they could get.
Fortunately for them, he may just yet find companions strong enough to deal with him and all his troubles.
Despite his friendly greeting, he keeps a rather odd distance. It hadn't gone unnoticed by him to which direction this woman hailed from. He himself just came from there a mere few hours ago. The direction of the beach. The direction to which now sits a deserted and broken Nautiloid.
There had been quite a few number of people on that ship, last he remembers. More so than just the mindflayers, that's for sure. However, he never got a clear vision of anyone's faces. Most of them, including him, were trapped in those singular, slimy vessels. There was only so much he could see from his vantage point on that ship, though he vageuly recalls a few humanoid shapes running around . . .
None of them came close enough for him to see, though. Even with as distinctive and motley a crew that came in, it was hard for him to place any of them in his memories. The woman in front of him might as well be a stranger, despite their seemingly shared point of origin. And, for all he knew, they could be a straggling group of surviving mindflayers in disguise.
whoever they are, my damn parasite seems to really like them . . .
All the more reason to keep his distance. If they can communicate with this thing, there's a high chance they aren't really on his side . . .
" comin' in all blades a - swinging, being all heroic. woulda joined ya if you had saved any of those goblins for me. that's a shame . . . all this excitement got me looking forward to a fight. "
Dharlan cracks his neck without much thought, as if trying to appease his body's appetite for danger. It didn't seem to do much ; he feels coiled like a spring.
" real shame . . . anyway, guess i ought to ask you for your name. know who's this grove's newest savior, after all. " His grin widens, wolfish. " name's Dharlan. and yours? "