Redsand Canyon They came to see you spit your game

It was amusing that this Alarian look-alike thought he was frazzled over being caught napping; so much so that he released a soft, low chuckle. Oh, I don't care that you found me resting, he replied, stretching languidly before settling closer to the edge of the rock much the way a lion would. He did work when he felt like it, and he didn't much care about pulling his weight. He definitely wasn't interested in doing anything during the hottest part of the day, unless it was staying right here and learning more about the Overseer. 

Derg, Overseer he repeated back, dipping his head. You remind me of someone, he admitted with a raise of his eyebrow. He let that hang in the air between them as he gazed down at the other man. There wasn't much else he was willing to offer on the subject just yet; it would only dampen the mood, and that wouldn't be very interesting. A smirk curved the side of his mouth and his gaze never left Derg's face.