[ Diarmuid has no cause to disbelieve him. He stands at the ready even as he receives the man's explanation, head tilted slightly to track a creaking sound in the distance. To discern whether it's another of the building's groaning shifts or more warped monsters hoping to get the drop on them. At least it's convenient that he never has to wait long to find another target.
As if expressing the fortuitousness of having crossed paths, he answers with an agreeable air: ]
It would seem that at present I have no higher calling.
[ Even if they were to part ways, it's likely he'd continue hunting those strange things as well. There's no indication of doubt for his own abilities, or those of the man beside him, but he doesn't feel the need to suggest they split up either. The question offers another benefit to cooperating, after all, since his hasty flight from the broken summoning did leave him somewhat lacking in explanations for his circumstances. ]
Is it this convoy that summoned us?
[ A simple enough affirmation, but a quick listener could easily peg the assumption in his own question: it's not being summoned that's unusual to him. ]
no subject
As if expressing the fortuitousness of having crossed paths, he answers with an agreeable air: ]
It would seem that at present I have no higher calling.
[ Even if they were to part ways, it's likely he'd continue hunting those strange things as well. There's no indication of doubt for his own abilities, or those of the man beside him, but he doesn't feel the need to suggest they split up either. The question offers another benefit to cooperating, after all, since his hasty flight from the broken summoning did leave him somewhat lacking in explanations for his circumstances. ]
Is it this convoy that summoned us?
[ A simple enough affirmation, but a quick listener could easily peg the assumption in his own question: it's not being summoned that's unusual to him. ]