[Quiet Man Cometh]

Shouldering her rifle, Dara makes her way gingerly over to where Michael kneels next to the necromancer. Having been out of range of the flesh bomb that was the demon Na'lsa, Dara continues to avoid the remains of the grizzly blast, stepping over and around the leftover entrails.

"Is he alright?"

Dara is still trying to decide what to make of the group she so recently joined, and this latest encounter certainly hasn't helped her analysis any. Still, they had been accomodating enough, if not kind, and that was often as much as could be expected with the world so far.