"...The people, at that farm...they found me in the middle of the desert, being chased and attacked by coyotes," Arra admitted awkwardly, eyes on his feet. "They offered me the shed to live in if I worked around their farm. I don't...remember anything about my past--the last thing I remember is waking up in the middle of the desert and being chased around by coyotes."

He glanced at the wall, then back at his feet. "Credence is the only thing I had on me. From my old home, wherever that was. I feel safer when I have her with me..."

Tristian continued to stare, "What's this bunny looked like...." he asked quietly looking at him his eyes faraway thinking.

"...? She's made of blue cloth...kinda badly stitched, but only because she must have been fixed so many times. Big, button-like eyes...really, really soft," Araqiel informed him timidly, curious about the look in his eyes.

"Like the velveteen rabbit right?" He said with a sigh as he cut the rest of Arra's ropes, "I'm comming with you so you won't run got it..." He said the look gone.

Arra paused to give him a skeptical look. It was probably due to the fact that Arra was a frail boy--even his looks showed that--and couldn't run away even if he wanted to. After a moment, he headed back up towards the farm area, looking for the grassy spot he'd hidden Credence on.

Tristian followed him silently his eyes never once leaving him, "What's your name kid..." He asked finally after a while of searching.

"...Araqiel. Arra, for short..." Arra murmured, shyly. "What about you...?" His voice was soft, reluctant. He seemed to perk up as he realized the area where he had left Credence was close by.

Tristian thought for a while looking at him, "Name's are powerful tools Arra...I'll tell you mine when I can trust you...for now it's boss...most my men don't know my real name..." He said, "Keeps me safe..." He said with a sigh.

"...That's going to be kind of awkward," Arra replied, honestly. Then, a great sigh of relief passed through his lips, and he pushed past a few bushes to find a small grassy knoll. A soft-looking stuffed bunny was sitting at the center of it. Araqiel gathered the bunny up into his arms, and held it close to his chest, smiling for the first time since Tristian found him.

Tristian was relieved the kid found his bunny. Mostly cuz it mention he didnt have to deal with him whinjg and crying about his stupid bunny. He smirked as he saw the smile. To him te smile looked funny. Then again no one really smiled near him sept when they were drunk. "Ure gonna get wrinkles…" Tristian warned looking at him.

Arra blinked. "That's a bad thing? I think wrinkles make someone look like they're eternally laughing..." He paused, then attempted to hide what he felt coming next with a soft cough--his stomach grumbling. He held his bunny close to his chest, not wanting to let her go again.

Tristian blinked at him, hearing uis stomach he sighed, "Allright Bunny-boy let's go get you some food but you have to put the…bunny in the caravan before you get any." He said bored.

Araqiel's grip tightened around Credence, almost defensively. It was clear he was not going to let that bunny go anytime soon, no matter what the reason was. He said nothing in response.

"Your gonna have to put it down or someone will kick you in the face…And I probally would not stop them…" He said liking at Arra crossing his arms.

"I...I don't want anything, then. I'll just go back in the caravan." Arra's arms tightened once again around Credence. He was never without Credence--he just never took her inside the barn because the horses tried to eat her, once.

"Your funeral…" He scoffed looking at hte boy. He found finally the farawy look back. "Fine…annoying kid…"

"..." Arra stared at the ground again, not bothering to say anything in response. He was friendly but shy, and when his friendly advances were swatted down, he became a social recluse.

Tristian watched him through narrowed eyes thinking. "Tristian…" He said finally as he looked back towards the others, "Do with it what you will…just don't say it in front of men…gottit?" He said resuming his darkmood.

Arra looked up at him, rather puzzled. "...What in the world would I do with it other than address you with it?" It seems his lack of knowledge about how gangs of outlaws, bounties, and the law worked was rearing its head. He was a child, with severe amnesia. He only knew about town and farm life, at this point.

Tristian sighed, "Sit down kid it'll take a while to explain and I don't feel like standing…" He said sitting down lookig at Arra, "Do you think I trust my men Arra?" He asked softly as he watched them, glad they were a whiles away.

Arra studied the ground beneath him vigorously for bugs before he sat down, and then he listened, more confusion surfacing in him. "...Um...yes? Why else would you be with them?"

"I don't…not one bit. I trust Rachet but he's my cousin…and even then there are moments when I dint trust him. And I stay withvthem because it gets me what I want. There are several who'd protect me with their lives but most of them would jump at any chance to take me done so they can take power." He said looking at hi to make sure he got all that.

Arra nodded slowly, puzzled. Being innocent in the ways of the world sure made him feel stupid. "Okay...I get it..."

"Also considering I destroy steal and raid towns trains banks you name it. There are alot of people after me…" Hecsaid slowly. "And it they find me or anyone gives me away I'll be hung with out trial." He spike easily a out this as if it was normal. Then again foe him it was. Although most his men were older he had more experiance and teaming. "Thats why when ever some once wants out of the gang I have to kill them…" He sighed remembering the faraway looking returning a bit but he quickly repressed it.

Arra looked like this was all hitting him hard. He was tired from the day's events, and hungry. "Oh...that's not good. I'm guessing that the only way you'd condone someone leavin' without you killing 'em...that would be if you trusted them a hundred percent with your life?"