Dron's nerves were frayed.
He'd spent most of his life trying to stay out of the public eye. Did his best to hide in the shadows, and here he was, strutting out like a prized steed with a beautiful woman.
This predicament would be something he would think would only be part of a good dream. It was turning out to be a horrible nightmare.
"Should we talk to some people?" Tempest questioned as they started to make their way down the path.
"No one is going to want to talk to me. In case you haven't realized, I'm cursed." Dron grumbled.
"You're with me now. Maybe your situation has changed." Tempest shrugged and looked around with a smile on her face.
Dron didn't know what she could possibly be happy about. Perhaps she was taking joy in the fact that this was so difficult for him. It wouldn't be the first time those around would have gotten a kick out of Dron making a fool out of himself.
