Theme #1—Meeting

The white-haired boy stared at the six masked people in front of him, his red eyes flicking back to the girl beside him bandaging his chest.

“Has anyone been able to get his name out of him?” Neiren asked to the group.

“We’ve all tried,” replied Haela. “We have nothing. I’m beginning to think he’s mute.”

“Maybe he took an oath,” Aerion deadpanned. He received a whack upside the head, courtesy of Alleina.

“Or maybe you all scare him,” replied Irra quietly. She walked up to the white-haired boy, ignoring protocol and removing her mask. She smiled slightly and said to him, “The name’s Irra. What’s yours?”

The boy muttered something unintelligible.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Irra asked him. The boy gestured with his hand for her to come closer, his gaze wavering from her face, to Neiren’s, and then to the ground. Irra crouched and leaned forward a bit. The boy whispered something in her ear and then leaned back.

Irra stood and turned to the group of rogues. “His name is Doaan, and he’s very thankful for us showing up.” Irra was about to walk away when Doaan grabbed the tail of her cloak.

The boy stood, stumbled slightly to her and whispered another thing in Irra’s ear. Irra pulled up her mask and nodded to him, her eyes smiling for her.

You can speak to others. Will you speak for me?