Delila Castillon
#OldRedheadsReign
[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Arryn"] | [member="Loto Afu"] | [member="Abel"]
Death Watch? Hired by them? Delila grew more confused as the introductions went around. She gave a brief nod when her name was mentioned by Merrill to the others. Either way they had a great deal of ground to cover and clear. Mind numbing amount for such a small group of people. Delila had done it in the past, knowing it was going to take a good amount of time and effort.
Leaning down to scavenge a Death Watch body, Arryn's voice reached her ears. It caused her blood to suddenly run cold, her hands to stop what they were doing. She knew the accent and knew it well. It wasn't one she expected to hear out in the ass end of the 'verse. Part of the reasons she chose this sector, wanting to lay low and keep quiet from her past.
Shaky hand found a beskar dagger, one that would be perfect for her boot. She fumbled slightly before the blade was resting between her calf and the leather, a perfect fit in the worn outline of her old blade. Straightening up, Delila adjusted her blaster rifle and moved closer to Arryn. They would walk shoulder-to-shoulder for the moment as she had a question or three to ask.
"You're Eldarai." A slight pause. "Your kind typically aren't found out here. You....Are you okay?"
Death Watch? Hired by them? Delila grew more confused as the introductions went around. She gave a brief nod when her name was mentioned by Merrill to the others. Either way they had a great deal of ground to cover and clear. Mind numbing amount for such a small group of people. Delila had done it in the past, knowing it was going to take a good amount of time and effort.
Leaning down to scavenge a Death Watch body, Arryn's voice reached her ears. It caused her blood to suddenly run cold, her hands to stop what they were doing. She knew the accent and knew it well. It wasn't one she expected to hear out in the ass end of the 'verse. Part of the reasons she chose this sector, wanting to lay low and keep quiet from her past.
Shaky hand found a beskar dagger, one that would be perfect for her boot. She fumbled slightly before the blade was resting between her calf and the leather, a perfect fit in the worn outline of her old blade. Straightening up, Delila adjusted her blaster rifle and moved closer to Arryn. They would walk shoulder-to-shoulder for the moment as she had a question or three to ask.
"You're Eldarai." A slight pause. "Your kind typically aren't found out here. You....Are you okay?"