Hideaway Strath Danger at every turn

Derg was busy. Arlette had preoccupied him so much...he barely noticed other members dwindling.
But ahead, on his slow trail after Kynareth, voices could be heard.
He slunk lower, hoping to sneak up on whoever he was talking to. Perhaps Sasha.
He did think so until he spotted the low swooping tail.
Nyra.

He straightened with a smile, striding forward to greet their Paladin.
"I knew you'd come back," his voice wasn't sarcastic or like he was some sort of big know-it-all, but warm and even grateful.
He looked about. No trailing newcomer. A shame.
"How'd it go?"