Fantasy Aerumen

[Never]

Mission's expression turned sad for a moment and she wrapped the reigns around one of her wrists so she didn't drop it and need to ask to reach for it again. She then brought her arms around Correll and hugged him, she didn't really know what else to do and she kind of... wanted one herself. She stopped a moment or two after,

"Us mortals are also tricky. Dying and Suffering comes so easy to us Humans I suppose. But we're so strong we go through so much shit, Mal is a great example and even you, so young. I'd also like to think I am too, but ah... I could be doing better."

Mission spots something on the road and slows her trot to a stop, looking down at the familiar helmet and armour - blood everywhere from the torn apart wounds.

"That's one of em. Looks like they met their demise rather gruesomely."

---

Foxy nods and exits the Caravan, with a bit of hesitation to leave Mal with the Goblin. Though she had no reason to distrust her after she had just used some form of magic to subdue Mal's infection.

"Sauceful yes. Book Has many knowledges. Guilty not sound smart, but Guilty is smart. Guilty make trap and Magic and survives! Survive for long time. You survive for long time too."

She gestures to her own face and then the Goblin suddenly climbs on Mal's body, no real concept of personal space suddenly as she places her hand over the big man's face - her long fingernail tracing the inconsistencies of his skin. Her eyes concentrated on his scars rather than him.

"Each One is Experience. Guilty know"

She then gestures to her own cuts that scattered over her arms, legs - one on her face and a few on her torso that Mal could see passed her loose vest.

"Man tell Guilty what he do? Guilty like story"

Foxy slips into the Wagon and notices Bast and what looked to her as him being fast asleep with a creature on him, the Pixie. She looked at the others, Blu, Esra and Mircea who she hadn't seen since it all went down. Her emotions suddenly got to her as she sort of collapsed towards them, but kept herself up and pulled Blu and Esra into a hug - she let them go quickly though and began handling them in her big hands.

"I'm so glad you're okay! Are you hurt? Did they get you! Did I FAIL!? uuh uh." Foxy managed to calm herself down for once and put the two down, her eyes watering. She then let a breath escape. "M-mircea, Mal needs you to patch his wound up. HES OKAY! Before you all worry. But he just needs a hand."

 

[Wert]

"I..." Correll didn't seem to know how to respond, his attention suddenly being pulled away as she brought Ludo to a halt and pointed out the dismembered corpse. Disgust showed on his face, his lips curling slightly as his brows scrunched together, "Ugh, I guess it served them right." He turned to look at the blood, his tone changing, "We must not be far behind, unless Arbonath decided to go wild." He sighed some, his head turned away from her, "About what you said, I don't know if it will help, but... My grandfather used tell to me that our strength is a double-edged sword; people get too used to troubles and pain. They close themselves off from reaching beyond what they've experienced while simply adapting and surviving."

He looked to the side, as if trying to remember, "He'd always add to it, saying, 'Don't let your heart turn to stone! let it dance around and consume the pain like fire! You've got to reach for what you want, use your resilience to open up new doors and learn new things! Only then can you truly live, boy! Now suck it up and let me see you burn!'" His voice had gone deep and shaky, though the emotion of it was quite lively, obviously trying to mimic his grandfather's own voice. He chuckled some, "Well, I can't say it like he could."


---


Mal winced some from the sudden weight near his wound. He listened to her, observing the scars as she pointed them out. It seemed Guilty was her name, and it oddly suited her little green form. A feeble, half smile formed on his face, "Ay, I'll tell, you just have to get off first. You're not heavy, but it still hurts."

Esra and Blu hugged her back, but were quickly grabbed. Blu was visibly rattled from her suddenly handling him, a dizzy look on his face. Esra on the other hand was smiling, happy to see Foxy being herself. They were obviously fine, if not a bit physically shaken. "It's okay, Foxy, we're fine." She patted Blu's arm when Foxy put them down. However, her happy expression shifted, a frown showing on her face as Foxy mentioned that Mal was wounded. She looked back to Mircea as he was called out.

The tall elf smiled some, "Well, I'm glad he's only wounded and you look unharmed. One moment, I'll grab my things." He left the caravan to his own, coming back with a small box, a few clean cloths, and two bowls. He handed one of the wooden bowls to Esra, "Will you fill this with water and bring it?" The sprite nodded, taking the trencher and rushing to fill it from her reserve as Mircea started moving around Foxy to get to Mal.

Mal took a deep breath before speaking, "I was a foot soldier in the Midlands for a time. Wasn't much, I mostly did guard duty at night if we weren't sent to fight, scout, or deliver at the time. Got this one," He pointed to the scar on his chest, "From a hypermut, a lone one, one night guarding the farms just outside of the Tuvil fields. The others, well.." He trailed off for a moment as Mircea entered the wagon, a calm look on his face. Mal smiled some, "I was just telling, er- Guilty, here, about my scars."

"Ooo, did you get to the face one's yet?" Mircea commented rather distantly as he crouched beside his friend, placing the trencher down next to them. He took a vial from his box and poured it into the trencher. He then took one of the cloths hanging from his arm and dipped it in the liquid, using it to clean the wound on Mal's stomach.

Mal winced again, "No," he said uncomfortably, "I was just getting there. You see, Guilty, I abandoned my station in the military when the impline slaughter began. I joined the Frozen, the group who fought to protect the northern implines." He was cut off for a second as Mircea started closing the wound, using his story as a distraction from his careful movements. "I lost a lot of companions in doing so, made a lot of enemies of them, too. It made me a target to one I used to call my brother. He was a lot like myself, until it came to what we saw as important. He believed staying loyal to the crown was of the upmost importance, and I did not. Not if it cost so many innocent lives. We ended up meeting again on the battlefield, almost like a story. He gave me these," He gestured to the two parallel scars on the right side of his face, the lower one being more jagged than the other. "And I, well, don't remember what happened after that. I was saved by someone, but I don't know who it was."

 

[Never]

Mission lets an amused bit of air pass through her nose, "Your grandfather sounds like a wise n' strong old coot. He could probably teach us all a few things. He is right though, got to be always ready to learn and become better." She then slyly grinned and nudged Correll with her arm, "that's why you're gonna be a great Smith."

Mission saw another set of armour, but no body in it - just black liquid dripping and pooled around it. She tilted her head at it, it was the female's armour - she didn't stop and just continued passed it. "Well that's two and their leader ran off from us, maybe this worked out after-all. No signs of Wagon damage or friendly blood. Though I guess we won't really know until we get there. I think there is a settlement or village ahead, if we let Ludo rest and camp now we could probably catch up with them whilst they rest through the night? How about it, choice is yours."

---

Foxy probably let out the biggest sigh of relief she ever had and lay back against the walls of the inside of the wagon and rocked her head back, closing her eyes. Her arms were flopped onto the floor as she had seemed to have calmed down some, seemingly less alert.

"I'm so tired now. I need to exercise more"

And Foxy got a lot of exercise, in her head though she thought of things that would push her greatly. Bring her back up to prime at least, it had been a very long time since she had needed to hit someone to kill. It dawned on her that even though she was sort of the Caravan's bodyguard, she had sort of let the relaxed atmosphere of being with them get to her. They had precious cargo now, she glanced at Blu.

---

Guilty hopped off Mal and moved her Book away, she hugged it and sat down - her ears perking up as he began to recite his history. Her eyes brightened like a child listening to a bedtime story. Upon mentioned hypermutts, her ears dropped suddenly and her eye twitched. Eventually they perked up again as she continued to listen as he trailed off.

The two were interrupted by the Elf Mircea, Guilty almost jumped but relaxed at Mircea's passiveness - she was also very curious in him, her eyes squinting at his marked skin she focused on him, just staring for a good few seconds.

Her head snapped back at Mal as he continued, his story moved her - she got a little sad at his predicament and lay her book to one side and shuffled up closer to him, looking up with lowered ears.

"Divine Karma save you. Big Man made GOOD Moral Decision. You have Frozen Devil here. I see in Lythrope day before today. He cute. He with good people."

Guilty then looked at Mircea, her head tilted to the side. She had clutched her book up again as if hiding her nervousness. A strange and new ferocity in her eyes, some form of desperation in her words and excitement, "YOU DWAN ELF YES? TEACH GUILTY HOW TO MAKE SKIN MAGIC PLEASE!!!???"

 

[Wert]

"Ay, I should've guessed as much," Correll grumbled some, "they're pretty strong." He thought for a moment at her suggestion, his attention being pulled to Ludo, "Yeah, we should probably stop for a while."

----

Blu looked around the caravan, his gaze settling on Foxy. He blinked a few times before speaking, "Have you ever been to the elf city? Esra told me elves are tall. Do you think you'll...fit..easier?"

----

Mircea nearly jerked the needle from Mal's flesh when the sudden shrill voice loudly erupted. Mal gave him a disapproving look, the elf turning to glance at the goblin before continuing to stitch the wound, "I'm sorry to disappoint, but I can't show you how." He was oddly calm, though his voice had some sternness to it's honey tone, " I took an oath before learning, promising not to teach outsiders. Doing so would be a betrayal to my clan."

"Didn't you show Bast?" Mal quickly questioned as if he'd wanted to know for a long time. Which he did, he simply never had a chance to ask without feeling suspicious.

"No, Bast had his before I ever met him. I haven't the slightest idea who taught him." Mircea finished closing the wound just as Esra popped in with the water, placing it beside him and quickly scurrying out with a disgusted noise. She never liked seeing blood, let alone any from her companions. Mircea gave an amused exhale through his nose as he placed the needle into the water. Using the other rag, he dipped it into the first bowl and cleaned the area again before grabbing the gauze he hung from his arm. He helped Mal sit up some, getting the first two wraps around his torso before handing it to Mal, "I trust you can finish the rest?"

Mal seemed far more comfortable with that suggestion, he wasn't a fan of feeling smothered by the elf, "Alright, pretty-boy, I've got it." He chuckled some, carefully wrapping the gauze around and over his shoulder until it was well enough to tie off.

 

[Never]

"Thank you." She said, mainly on behalf of her horse. She took a diversion and found a suitable place amongst the cover of thick forest. She finds something she would call suitable and slips off Ludo, rummaging through her pack for some things. Eventually she finds her enchanted logs and throws them onto the floor, they instantly light up a fire for them. She also throws down a couple of rolled up beds, she had prepped for a situation like this and had the resources for a night of camp at least.

And of course, she fed Ludo a Carrot directly, "You did really good buddy, get your energy up."

---

Foxy couldn't help but chuckle, she looked down at Blu with a warm smile, "Ah no, never. Humans aren't really... allowed inside usually? Unless with company anyway. And well even though I'm freakishly tall - I'm still a human. But! We can only hope that elves are as grandiose as the rumours or well... stereotypes say and their building heights reflect that. I mean, I guess if we're staying at Es' then I'm absolutely screwed!" She giggles a bit, the thought of it - may be even smaller than her wagon situation.

---

Guilty listened to Mircea, she always listened and then she frowned and then she nodded, she then decided that listening was overrated sometimes and spoke calmly, a hint of annoyance in her tone; "Okay then, lesson start at when sun highest day after today, thank you."

She turned her head and saw someone come in, a small sprite - it was like slow motion to Guilty. The round smushy face, donned a cute pair of eyes, freckles and button nose, her kind looking features sparkled in the Goblin's blue eyes that Esra's opposed in a deep red. Watching as this, beautiful being walked in with some water, dressed in the most well suited dress and a soul that Guilty could feel strike her chest. Even her face of disgust as she left kept the Goblin's gaze locked on this angelic being she had seemed to witness to herself.

"Who that?" Guilty gestures at the door Esra left through, whilst looking at the Elf.

 

[Wert]

Correll hopped off of Ludo, giving him a gentle pat on the neck before going around him. He looked at the already made camp, a hand coming to rub the back of his head, "Well, that's handy." It gave him an idea of sorts, though he kept quiet about it for now. The blonde crouched by the fire, running his fingers through the tops of the dancing flames as if he were confused, "I've never seen logs like this."

-----

Blu nodded, giggling slightly, "That would be uncomfortable for all of us, huh?"

Esra returned to the caravan, hopping over Foxy's legs to get to her cot. She sat down on it, taking the sleeping lither into her arms, "Ah, we're going to be home soon, Silte!" She smiled at the wyrm as it settled back down on her lap.

"Why had Silte been put up so much?" Blu asked, having noticed the lither hadn't been active with them recently.

"Scaled lithers go through a late summer shedding period, see?" She picked up a thin shell of from Silte's pillow, "They become quite grumpy and tired during this time, so it's best not to bother them too much."

Blu nodded again, thinking, "Esra, you have a home in the elf city? Does your family live there, is it big?" He leaned back, using the sleeping Bast as a prop.

Esra's smile shortened yet remained, "Yes, dear, I have two homes there. One is quite small compared to, well, most of you. Especially you, Foxy. I love how big you are, but I wouldn't force you to try to stay there. The other is large, though." She giggled some, "My family lives in the smaller one, but they are comfortable there."

"Why do you have two homes?" Blu pried curiously, his brows risen.

"Hmmmm, I guess you could say my family won it in a deal." Her smile was back, hinting at some secrecy, "Anyways, Blu, I bought some books and parchment for you. On the way there I'm going to teach you a few things."

Blu's own smile emerged with a childish, "Okay!" He was excited about learning new things, not knowing how much studying he'd be put through.

-----

Mircea's brows became uneven, one arching as he looked down at the Goblin. His expression changed to a more relaxed one when she pointed out his sprite companion, hiding curiosity as he watched her reaction, "That would be Esra." One side of his lips slid into a smile, "Say, how about we make a deal? You and..well, I don't know where the other stowaways are, but I'm assuming they're your companions? You can stick around if you don't cause trouble for us, or steal from us. If you prove yourself trustworthy, I'll take you to my clan where I can ask them to teach you. Fair warning; it will be hard to convince them if you agree."

 

[Never]

As Mission was fussing and feeding Ludo, she heard Correll pipe up and she glanced back at him with his hand over the fire. She let Ludo finish his Carrot first before answering him, a moment of silence shared between the two before she claps her hands together to wipe away the dribble and crumbs off her palms. The hound then walks over to the fire and bends down, looking into the flame.

"They're carved with runes on them, the wood doesn't burn or get diseased with rot because of them. When I travelled up North, I got them there - saved me many times from the cold. I don't know how they work really, I just will them to on and off. It's strange. To me anyway."

---

Foxy suddenly had a burst of energy as her eyes lit up, "OOOO yes! Blu, we got you some cute little study.... things! You're gonna learn so much, we all have things to teach! Experiences! Stories! Helpful things ya know." As she trailed off her voice kind of wavered and she leaned back again and interrupted herself with a massive yawn.

"Uh. Sorry. I think Bast has the right idea..." Foxy closes her eyes and lets out a sigh.

---

"Ess Rah." Guilty looked back at the door as she repeated the name, the Elf managed to regain her attention again. Bringing back up the whole skin magic situation she put them both in. Her eyes lit up and her ears shot up too, "Yes yes yes yes. Guilty SO Trusty! Soooooooooooo Trusty. Guilty stay here and be best Goblin Guilty can possibly be!"

She then remembered why she hitchhiked in the first place and her face turned sour, a squeak of mischievousness to her next words. "Guilty sorry wait, when does trial of trusty begin? Can it be after this day or right now cause..." She pauses, crossing her arms defensively she taps her fingers against her bicep, "Uuuuuh Guilty got Business do and it Fragile and Hush hush. But if start now Guilty no complain and be SO VERY Trusty."

 

[Wert]

"Maybe you've used them so much you don't notice it activating anymore." Correll said, moving his hand away from the flames as it started to warm the calloused skin of his fingers. He peered into the flames, "I wonder if I could make a forge like this wood. Perhaps when I stop traveling one day."

----

Esra giggled some, "Yes, you'll learn a lot of new things. I also didn't finish teaching you about the different species of people around, a lesson we need to continue. Don't want you getting too much of shock if you see them." The impline nodded at this, taking a glance at Foxy. The sprite cleared her throat, "Perhaps you two should get some rest like Bast." She stood up and grabbed blankets from the nailed cupboard, tossing one over Blu's head and using the larger one to cover Foxy's legs. "There we go. No worries, the great Essy will keep watch," Esra smiled and went back to her cot.

Blu didn't argue, he was quite tired. He pulled the blanket from his head and used it to cover his body as he laid down, letting out a yawn. However, he couldn't get to sleep just yet. Bast's name was called from the other wagon and the human suddenly sat up from his rest, startling Blu. He climbed off the cot and left the wagon. Blu sat up for a moment before laying back down, sleeping beckoning him more than curiosity.

---

Mal ran a hand down his face, covering the amused smile that formed because of Guilty. Mircea didn't look so amused, his relaxed expression shifting to be somewhat serious as he huffed. "Bast!" Mircea called before he looked to Guilty again, "Guilty, if we're going to have this deal, I'd rather not have a rocky start."

"WHAT," Bast exclaimed as he slammed the sliding door open, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Will you check the wagons? I think one of the stowaways is stealing something."

Bast closed the door, going to check the other wagons.

 

[Never]

"That would be pretty useful, though the way these were created it'd be very hard to replicate nowadays. Though, if you ever find a way - I'm sure a lot of wealthy smiths would want that in their forges too. I have never worked a forge before, but it looks like exhausting work - if you ever need an assistant, I'll be there to learn and help if I'm not busy and you're okay with it of course."

Ludo moves behind Mission and lies down, his head resting on the ground. Mission lies against his side and looks up at the trees and sky now. She thought about the Caravan again for a moment, a feeling of slight paranoia striking her heart causing her to worry. She hoped no one had been hurt.

---

"WAIT!" Guilty tried to get the attention of Bast before he walked off for no reason, she looked up at Mircea and shrugged her shoulders, "Deal on table after plan in motion. Elf no worry" She clicked her fingers, a spark of arcane erupting from between her thumb and finger. Out of no where a Caw of attention is heard, the black hooded short figure standing behind Mircea - it's beak pokes up at him from behind it's hood.

Guilty pokes her head out to the side of Mircea, her eyes rolled at the Kenku and she nodded at him, "Hegaan daan shol rhan daar tor"

The Kenku hesitates a moment and then nods back, it's hands were in opposing sleeves and he parted them - his hands now visible and his droopy cloak's sleeves point to the ground as he shakes his arms. A Comical amount of small items, bags of coin and food start to clang onto the ground and then stops. There is a moment. Then Guilty clicks her hand again. The Kenku open's it's beak and reaches in, pulling out a few necklaces and jewellery and places them on the ground. It Caws again.

With the attention on the bird figure now, Guilty walks up to Mircea and tugs on his shirt, "Guilty sorry. It how we survive." She raises her hand up and twists it upwards with a flick of her wrist; a small swoosh of Arcane energy reveals a chest familiar to him as it clanged at his feet against the wood.

"Guilty no peak."

 

[Wert]

"That's true I s'ppose, and I probably wouldn't mind the help," Correll said, flopping from his crouched position into a sitting one, leaning on his hands. He looked at the forest around them in silence for a moment, blowing air through his cheek. He wasn't used to not doing anything at this time of day, growing bored quickly. "Want to make a bet? I bet Bast got his ass beat."


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Bast returned to the wagon, seeing the kenku now behind Mircea with a pile of their belongings. "I guess you found theemmm..." His voice trailed when he saw the ebonwood chest. "ooh..." One of Mircea's hands slowly folded into a fist at his side as the other came to rub his forehead. Bast looked at Mal who was gazing between the mess as if he didn't want to be pulled in to it, but couldn't look away for long.

Mircea was quiet, his brows sewn together in annoyance. He leaned over to the chest and released his hand over it, a mark beneath his shirt glowing as he drift the hand through the air. Elven runes burned amber along the darkstone frames, showing that it had indeed not been tampered with. He let out a huff of annoyed relief before glaring at Guilty and speaking firmly, "Never touch that chest again if you want to survive," He glanced back at the hooded figure, "Either of you. I will not forgive it again. Do you understand?"

The elf stood and grabbed the heavy chest by the handle on its side, lifting it onto his shoulder. He seemed to have calmed some, though hints of agitation still lingered in his voice, "If you want to make money, we can help, but I'd suggest trying your hardest to resist any urge to steal from us." Bast moved out of his way as he left the wagon, not daring to get caught in the elf's bad mood.

"Especially him," Mal said to Guilty when the elf left, some form of sour amusement in his voice, "Some of the things he owns could harm you just by moving them the wrong way, so it's dangerous for you two as well. For now, it's probably best to return their belongings, if you will."

"Ay, but he's lenient with everything compared to that chest. Man's attached to it, has been since I met him." Bast said, leaning on the closed door with his arms crossed along his chest, "Well, he didn't tell you to leave, and didn't try to make me do it. So, I guess that means you're officially on board." He looked at the hooded kenku, lazily lifting a finger to point at it, "I like you." He said before moving to pluck his items from the pile, putting them back where they belong. The pixie that had been laying on the back of his sash flew up to his head and ruffled his hair with it's wings.


Esra was surprised to see Mircea walking through the caravans, holding the black chest on his shoulder. She quietly lifted an arm out and grabbed the side of his trousers, stopping him, "Did something happen?"

"Hopefully nothing that will repeat itself." Mircea said, a tired expression on his face, "Its fine, don't worry. Mal's all stitched up, I'm going to stay in my room for a bit." He left the wagon with that, taking the chest to his and closing the door behind him. He placed it onto the floor beside his bed and huffed, kicking the side of it lightly before sitting down next to it.

 

[Never]

Mission raised an amused eyebrow at Correll, she leaned forward off Ludo for a moment and let out a chuckle, "I don't know, too be honest I wouldn't bet against Bast..." Her expression flickered for a moment as she caught herself in thought, especially since it was about Bast suddenly. She spoke slightly off topic, "I don't think he likes me too much..."

"ANYWAY...i think Foxy tore the head off the one we saw. Other than that, I have no other guesses. But yeah, I will take that bet - I think Bast kicked ass and don't tell him I bet for him."

---

Guilty scratched her face, a nervous smile on her face as she was scolded by the Elf and slightly threatened? Though it definitely perked her interest in the item, however she had a shred of respect and also the opportunity to learn. Though Guilty could not really answer for the Kenku, which had her worry slightly. As amusing as it was.

"Guilty understand." As she said this, the Kenku gave a thumbs up in agreement. The two watches as the Elf left their presence, taking the chest with him out of the Wagon.

"Guilty & Quiet are used to traps. Some of my scars are because of traps. BUT! We will be trusty. Guilty keep promise." Her eyes squint at the Kenku as she roped him into his sentence, he shrugged at her in response and then nodded it's head. Guilty pipes up again, "Quiet will return items."

The Kenku looks at Bast as he approaches and compliments him, the bird bows it's beak in response a mutual respect between the two now. The Bird gathers the items up into his sleeves except a couple of things, he picks up a pouch with his finger and thumb and sheepishly walks over to Mal and drops it onto his lap and quickly retreats back to Guilty. She was just nervously grinning as the Kenku handed her... her earrings. "H-HEY!" She snatches them and quickly puts them back on to her ear, fiddling with agitation and hushed mutterings.

The bird turns his attention back to Bast and then sees the thing on his head. The Kenku gets in a very defensive stance and it's beak parts, but a Caw does not escape from it - it's the very realistic sound of a Dragon's Roar erupting in the Wagon as it quickly runs away, leaving a couple of stressed feathers in the spot he was just in - they float slowly to the ground as Quiet disappears. Guilty blinks as she covered her ears.

"Oh yeah, Quiet scared of Fae-kind." Guilty points at it, "How lady get that?" Yes Guilty was referring to Bast.

---

As Mircea left the Wagon Esra was in, the Hooded Bird creature was crouched in front of Esra as her attention was taken off the Elf. It Caws in her face and then pours a bunch of her jewellery, gems and coin onto the floor in front of her. There was also a couple ink pots and small journals. It then whisks over to the sleeping Giantess and drops a pouch of coin, her necklace locket and a couple other things onto her lap. She just snoozed as she was. The Kenku then walked over to Blu, it's head twitching to the side - his gaze on the Impline as he scanned over the creature he had never seen before. Quiet removed it's hood, revealing it's Raven like head - the bird sadly placed it's rough hand on the boy's hair and ruffled it.

 

[Wert]

Correll chuckled, "Ay, wouldn't dream of telling him." He was quiet for a few minutes, soaking in the silence as he thought. It took him a moment to actually say anything, "Anything you want to know about the others? I don't know everything, but I know some things."

--

Hearing a Pixie screech wasn't exactly a fun experience for Bast. It was tolerable due to it's small size, but it was shrill and followed by Nettle pulling tiny tufts of his hair. The dragon roar on top of it didn't help, either. He winced, covering one of his ears as the Kenku left them. Guilty pulled his attention, explaining the sudden roar, "I can't say I blame Quiet with that, Fae are dangerous to tamper with." His brow rose at her second question.

"If people keep assuming I'm a woman, I'm going to start walking around naked." Bast said to Guilty and Mal, the big man chuckled from Bast's words.

"You'd have to get passed the small ones with that, Bast."

"Ay, nevermind then," Bast moved to grab the Pixie, holding it in his hands as it looked around, "anyways, this thing is Esra's...friend, I suppose. Not mine. She managed to convince it to help us today. Those riders had a fairy tracking Blu." The pixie gave a clicking sound.

----

Esra's mouth gapped as her belongings were piled in front of her. She quickly stood and started picking the items up and placing them back where they belonged. She was pouting some, but was happy they were returned to her at least. Red eyes took to the kenku as it looked at Blu, the boy's glamour having faded. Her expression softened when it ruffled his hair. The impline, and Foxy were sleeping like rocks, the roar from before having barely stirred them.

"Hello," Esra said, her a hand lifting to gently wave at the kenku,"I'm Esra, who are you? Are you going to be staying with us?"

 

[Never]

"Mal." Mission was pretty quick with her answer, maybe suspiciously quick. Though from what she's heard snippets from him, she is very paranoid. His Knowledge and potential knowledge. Mission felt an intimidation from him that she got from no one else.

---

Guilty made a guilty expression, she raised her hands and apologised to Bast sincerely, "Guilty sorry, if make pretty mister feel better she get stranger gender confused lots and lots."

"Fairy & Pixie on same this day? Ay ay. This Rhal Kon." Guilty raised her eye at the creature and got a little closer, but not too close. She had secondhand paranoia from her friend, not really trusting it because Quiet didn't so she didn't get too curious about it. As she did she also noticed the tattoos on Bast's arm too. The Goblin looks around for a second as if to look for the Elf, on high alert as if what she was about to ask was treacherous, a whisper slipped from between her lips, "Can mister pretty teach Guilty skin magic??"

---

The Kenku looked at Esra and got quite close to her, waving back at the little Sprite. It thought for a moment, it's eye blinking before it's beak parted and words came from it's mouth, "THIS IS QUIET." To anyone else that voice would sound like Guilty, but Esra had not properly met her yet. The bird stuck out it's hand for a handshake, it was easier of a greeting for him than speaking since he'd only be able to mimic what he has heard.

 

[Wert]

Her quick answer made Correll give her a suspicious yet curious look, "Mal, huh?" He changed positions, coming to use his knee as a prop for his arm. His expression relaxed when he turned to look at the fire, "Well, he's kind of wanted for treason in the Midlands- that's why he never really leaves the caravans. It's because he used to be a solider, but he abandoned the military when the impline slaughter began and joined the Frozen. Then lived with some barbarians after something happened." Correll looked as if he were chewing on something, "You know, Mal is easy to open up about his past despite the whole...brooding soldier thing you two have in common. I'd tell you about his military friend, or 'Brother', but I haven't the balls to ask him. Most people don't after they find out this Brother put those scars on Mal's face."


----

Bast chuckled some, "Sorry Guilty, but no." He didn't drag the subject on any further, coming to sit on his cot.

----

Esra nodded some, taking the kenku's hand, "nice to meet you then, Quiet."

 

[Never]

She had a feeling that learning more would probably hurt her, the Frozen. A thorn in her side, even now. She tried not to show the sour feeling she had on her face and tried to move on.

"What about Foxy?"

---

Guilty huffs at his response, backing up slightly as he was pretty blunt about it. Meanwhile the Kenku let Esra do the shaking not wanting to clutch her hand too tightly due to his Talons. The bird wasn't very talkative, kind of backing up and looking around for a moment with nothing to say. It then just waved at Esra and abruptly left the Wagon.

Arbie had been driving a while now, concentrating on it keeping his mind of the events that had just occurred. The Dwarf then heard a noise beside him and almost jumped, he looked over and saw a hooded figure dropping pouches of coin, components and delicate vials on the seat beside him. Arbonath's mouth was just open and his expression dumbfounded, his features scrunched up as he swatted his hand out at the bird,

"BLASTED CREATURE!"

Quiet screamed a stressed Caw in response, flapping his arms as he dodged backwards, a feather left behind on top of the seat he left the items on. The Kenku retreated and ran away from him, leaving him to drive.

"What in Grun's Beard just happened?" The Dwarf was very annoyed, his stuff had been tampered with and it was by a creature that he had no knowledge of being around. And why in the hells did it give them back? He muttered curses to himself and continued to drive for a few hours.

Eventually he saw the village Mircea told him about in the distance. He prepared to talk to people, trying to improve his mood so that he didn't take it out on people who had the power to annoy him further. As they pulled up to the entrance, a guard held up their hand and he halted to a stop.

"Who goes there? What's is yer business here?"

"We're a Caravan of Travellers looking for a place to rest and perform. Sell our wares, make a profit."

"Alright. How many are you?"

The Dwarf had to think for a moment, and had no idea anymore, but he answered, "Nine."

"Huh... Pretty interesting Magic for a group of simple Travellers." The guard gestured at the wheels of the Wagons that secured their smooth travelling.

The Dwarf grinned and spoke proudly, "My own design."

The Guard seemed to be pretty stubborn, this made the Dwarf roll his eyes. He knew he wasn't the charming one and stood up on his seat, grabbing his returned things under his arm, "Hold on." He strolled over the Roof of his Wagon and jumped between the gap of his and Mircea's. He knocked on the Elf's door.

"Guard being a Guard, need you out here mister charming." The Dwarf then went into his place of residence and put his stuff back, he felt more relaxed suddenly- noticing that his worrying was worse than what actually happened. Though he was still a little pissed about the bird. Eventually he would return to the front of the Wagon to drive in.

 

[Wert]

"Foxy," Correll repeated, his hand coming to rub the side of his face, "I don't know much about. She was a noble, her name is Evangeline Fox. Something bad happened to her and she's a bit scarred from it."

---

"Alright," Mircea responded, picking himself up from the floor. He left the wagon and hopped onto the grass beside it, making his way over to the guards. One of them seemed more relaxed by seeing an elf instead of another human.

"What seems to be the problem?" Mircea asked, a tired smile adding to his calm demeanor. "Perhaps my companion said something? Or, is it the state of our wagons?" He gestured to the outside of them which appeared disheveled even to new eyes. "We got attacked by bandits on the way through the Midlands and had to change course from the main roads. They're quite tired and one of our inhabitants is injured; I apologize if my companion was crude. We're simply looking for a place to rest on our way to Yefadorei."

The guards stood in thought for a moment, "How many?" One asked again.

"Nine," Mircea said, leaving out the two who weren't currently with them. "We picked up a few people who are headed to the Guardian festival- I can bring them out if you'd like? It's really not a problem."

"No need," The guard sighed from Mircea's sudden insistence, "You can stay, but we'll not being having any performances here, and you'll have to keep your caravans out of the main stretch."

"Very well," Mircea smiled brightly, watching them go back to their stations, "Thank you for your hospitality!"

The elf sighed and looked to Arbie, "Well you heard them. Lets stop the caravans on the other side so we can pull out easier."

 

[Never]

"Huh. I might be able to contribute to that actually. I had a sneaky suspicion. When I was tutored, there is a lot to know about noble families and their importance. House Fox. It doesn't exist anymore, you could also say she's one of the first of King Artemis' victims. The lost lady of House Fox is a stowaway; she could leave at anytime to reclaim her power under the new king."

"Mircea then?" Mission hesitated to ask about him, only because of his magic to see things. What if he knew they were gossiping about him? Stupid paranoid thoughts were being stupid.

---

"Guess we ain't gettin much coin from here then."

Arbonath nodded and lead the Caravan through the village. He knew he should've just started with Mircea, it always went better with the Elf - especially in these lands. It was like the Dwarf was too stubborn not to at least try himself. He let out a huff until he found a nice place to park at the other entrance of the village but also out of the way of the main paths. He was also a little shaken at the fact that Mircea said that one of them was injured, but he seemed calm so whoever it was was probably okay. Probably Bast. That man always getting into trouble.

The Dwarf hopped off his seat and climbed down to untie the horses, allowing them to at least lie down or loosen up. He pulled the trough out, unfolding it onto the ground so that they could drink. He also fed them to keep their energy up. They'd be back on the road the next day so he didn't do anything else except inspect the outside of his Wagons. He wanted to sob, the markings of battle - unhinged doors - cracks and dents in the roofs. Luckily his wheels were okay, they had protection from the crystals and suffered no damage. But he would have to spend longer than a night making the drafts go away. He immediatedly got to work on the hinges on the doors.

"Okay, I'm gonna be workin on the broken doors so don't fuckin use em."

---

Guilty was sitting against Mal as he rested his wound, she was all cuddled up to him at his side studying her book and chomping on a bit of dried meat jerky. It was her own. The Goblin was well into her book, flicking through each page filled with what looked like scribbles - though there were also recognisable runes and sigils. Glyphs drawn with great care and notes dotted around them. It was almost like it was all in code from what could be understood. Some of it was in common, some not discernible at all. Though Guilty had no trouble, she happily flicked through and every now and then a pattern would glow as she read it in her mind. Careful not to conjour anything.

 

[Wert]

"oh," Correll said looking somewhat surprised. He hadn't taken Foxy as someone who could possibly be a ruling queen if she desired. To him, she seemed too fragile for such a task, but he also thought about how she might've been before the incident. His head tilted slightly, lifting back up when Mission chose Mircea next. "Well, this is where things start getting more secretive. Mircea doesn't really tell stories about his past, and when he does it's usually just being used to show as an example of something." He warned, clearing his throat.
"From what I know, Mircea was studying under Ahur for a while when he left Yefadorei- Ahur taught him how to use his power properly. But, he's also got a tribe somewhere of Dwanish elves. Ahur introduced Bast and Mircea, and left Mircea the caravans. I don't know much more than that. Esra mentioned the two guys having a romantic thing for a short while, but I don't know if that is true."


------

"Ay," Mircea moved on the outside of the caravans, going to Esra's and poking his head in,"I'm going to look around in the village, see if I can find some potions for Mal. Or perhaps even a healer. Arbonath is working on the caravans, so try to keep the others out of his way." He then made his way into the village.

The sprite nodded, hopping over Foxy's legs to where Bast could see from the other wagon, "Nettle, come here. It's time for you to go home." She didn't want the pixie getting too comfortable here, knowing it couldn't stay for much longer. Nettle came to her, landing on her outstretched hand. It had to balance itself there carefully not to fall. Esra stepped on the balcony, whispering at the pixie before blowing air on it. It changed into a cloud of dust and difted off.
Esra sighed, heading back to her cot and sitting on it.

 

[Never]

"Ahur... The Wispa. I thought it was all crazy... wandering beings of power. I think I'm being and idiot, starting to believe, but then I feel like one for not believing. Have you ever seen one? I mean... hell. I got a letter from one. Apparently."

Mission really was confused about the whole Wispa situation, if they were real they had set her on this path and that is some Divine Intervention if anything. She was never really a fan of Gods and Deities and all that business. They never did her any favours. She wouldn't really say that in front of most people though.

---

The Kenku was walking beside Mircea, it's beak looked up at him as he revealed his presence. The Bird had business in town too, though he was gonna keep it to himself - though no harm in following the elf into the village for now. He'd make himself scarce if he needed to.

As soon as the Pixie vanished, another presence made itself known. The rapid fluttering of wings zipped around the Wagons like it was lost and then shot inside one, the one with Bast as the Fairy found a side to land on. It walked around and looked around confused, an upset look on it's face. Her blue Aura fluctuated and then she looked directly at Bast now, it pointed at him and then zipped towards him. The Fairy showed her hand at his face and pointed to it's ring finger with her other hand.

 

[Wert]

"Would you believe me if I said I have?" Correll exhaled an amused breath, "Before I met anyone in the caravans I saw one, but I still didn't believe it. Sometimes I'm still not sure how real it was." He picked at the leather string on his boot absently, "You see...My family used to have a winter home in the mid-north that was in walking distance to this town called Icklemane. It wasn't a big town, and it didn't get a lot of visitors out of the warm seasons because of the snow. But, that was how my mother liked to spend a week every winter, secluded from all of the noise." His gaze lifted to the flames for a moment, then away from them, "One winter we went there later in the season than usual, and my younger brother wanted to explore the woods like we did every year. It was nightfall before we realized we'd gotten lost because of the snowfall. We could've frozen to death out there, but this ball of red fire appeared in front of me. When I touched it, it didn't burn even though it was warm. Then another appeared, and another- Something in me clicked that I needed to follow them, and we were lead to our home." He balanced his head on his arm, looking at Mission for a moment, "I went back outside to see if the flames were still there, but there was only this hooded figure at the forest edge with glowing red eyes. It waved at me and then POOF. gone. My mother was so worried she cried herself puffy."

----

Mircea glanced down at the kenku and continued on to the general store. He stepped inside, greeting the sprite behind the counter with a smile as he inquired about a healer or alchemist. The sprite pointed him in the direction of a small shrine, giving Mircea an idea of what type of healer it would be; However, his idea was wrong. Instead of an elegant priest or priestess, he was met with a somewhat short high elf. The male was dressed in what looked like casual clothing, but the materials were fine and well tailored, a green gem hanging from one of his ears. His hair was mostly black aside from streaks of white and silver that ran through it, the layered waves were pulled back in braid save for the top layers and bangs.

"Are you Tillian?" Mircea asked, some curiosity to his tone. The high elf turned from his task and shot his blue eyes up at the halfling, pausing him pulling the rope to bring a bucket from the well.

"Yes, what do you want?" His voice held an accent of a noble from Yefadorei, despite his tone being quite abrupt.

"I was told to speak to you about healing? My friend-"

"I am busy."

"Oh, my apologizes, then." Mircea said, some concern on his face. He turned to walk away, a hand coming to his chin before a quiet sigh was heard.

"Wait," Tillian said, "What is it you need?" He asked, placing the wooden bucket he'd been pulling from the well shrine down on the ground, "Come on, tell me before I change my mind."

"My friend has a stab wound in his stomach. I've stitched it up, but I fear he may accidentally tear it trying to move." Mircea looked back, confused by the whiplash of interest.

"Does this concern you because he is a big man, or a stubborn one?"

"...Yes." Mircea responded.

The high elf took a sample of the water with a thin glass vial before putting the bucket back into the well. He closed the vial with a stopper before turning to Mircea again, "Very well." He placed the vial into a handy belt around his hips, various loops, pouches, and boxes put around it, even an occupied sheath for a sword. "Take me to this fellow."

Mircea nodded, his brows raising as he started to lead the man to the caravans. When Mircea reached the caravans, Tillian paused, "You're not from this village?"

"No, are you not?" Mircea asked, the high elf shaking his head.

"I'm from Yefadorei, I'm only here to, well, collect signs." He had a gloved hand on his hip, "Recently there's been some unfortunate occurrences happening in small villages in this area. Sickness, farm animals dying at random, children lost and found in impossible places. My master sent me here to investigate, she fears a fae may be causing these occurrences."

"So you're a fae hunter, then?" Mircea asked.

"No, not technically. I am only an apprentice, and my master only hunts the corrupted."

Mircea nodded, "Well, if we can be of help, let us know."

Tillian gave him a side eye before continuing to the caravans. He came to follow after Mircea, being led to the right wagon.

"Mal! This is Tillian, he's going to heal you."


----

Bast looked at the fairy and pulled the ring from his pouch, holding it between his fingers. He looked from it to the fairy, a slight smile on his face, "I think it's time you had freedom, yeah?" He pressed a thumb to his occupied arm, running it along a marking on the inside of his arm. I shone a bright yellow before moving to his palm where he dropped the ring and clenched his fist around it. The ring crumbled to dirt between his fingers.

His gaze shot from the fairy when the high elf came into the view, listening to Mircea's introduction.

Mal gave the elf a wave, "I'm Mal."

"Yes, I can tell," Tillian said with hints of amusement, "Lets not waste time, then." He took a dagger from his thigh and cut the bandages from Mal, peeling them from the wound. He looked over the stitching, putting the dagger back into its sheath and pulling a small set of sheers from the little box on his side, "I'm going to remove them so I don't heal the stitches inside it. Prepare yourself and try not to move." He barely gave Mal enough time to nod before he began clipping the stitches away, his other hand pulling them from his skin. Tillian then slowly ran his hand over the wound, his palm glowing as the wound healed from the inside out. Mal was wincing, it wasn't a painless ordeal.

Mircea wasn't sure how to feel about this person. He seemed rather impatient and indecisive. Esra, however, looked like she was going to explode with excitement. She had crept up beside Mircea, her gaze heavily focused on the high elf.

"TILLIAN!" She finally exclaimed when he finished healing Mal, the high elf quickly looking towards her, "It's really you, ohhh!"

"Lady Alfdorn?" The high elf seemed taken off guard, visible surprise on his face. Esra attacked his crouched form with a hug around the neck, "What are you doing here, my lady?"

"Oh, you've gotten to big, Tilly!" Esra squeezed him before letting go, "We're going to Yefadorei for the Guardian Festival! Why are you here? Is he finally letting you leave on your own?"

"No, my Lady, I'm on an assignment. He still has someone accompanying me, I've just left them." Tillian already knew he'd get the scolding look Esra was giving him.

"Stop calling me that, we're not in Yefadorei. Just call me Esra." She patted his shoulder, "And, you shouldn't leave them behind."

"Yes, my-" Tillian quickly corrected himself, "Esra. I understand."


Mal, Bast, and Mircea looked out of the know for once. They stared between each other, Mircea giving a shrug.

"Thank you for the help, Tillian," Mal said, patting his stomach, "That's the fastest healing I've ever seen."

Tillian nodded, "You're welcome. Now," he stood, fixing his shirt, "I must continue my work." He began leaving, almost through the door.

"Wait, Tilly," Esra stopped him and kept his attention as he stared back, "Come see me again when you've finished for today, please?"

Tillian nodded before walking off.


"What an odd young man," Mircea said.

 

[Never]

"I wouldn't call you a Liar." Mission listened to Correll's story. It was strange how all these people n this Caravan had a connection to these Divine beings - she now had curiosities on if Foxy, Arbonath, Esra and if Mal had some form of contact with a Wispa. It sounds like he was saved by the mysterious entity as well, like Blu. "I'm glad you made it out. It's hard not to believe, I do... I do wish to meet one, I'm not gonna lie and be stubborn and say that I don't have an interest. I kind of feel giddy just thinking of the feeling of meeting something that people would consider. Unreal. Maybe one day."

---

The Kenku followed Mircea into the general store, it looked around as he asked for directions about a healer. Touching a few things... slipping a couple things into it's sleeves. As soon as he heard a thank you being exchanged the Kenku cawed and waved at the Sprite a goodbye. It quickly caught up to Mircea and followed him to the healer. The High Elf was a stubborn and refused them to begin with. Quiet was more than willing to not deal with this man, he turned around with Mircea and turned back around when the Man changed his mind again.

"PTTH!" Quiet makes a stab noise as Mircea describes the situation and then an "AAAH" girl scream of pain. Being some kind of dramatic representative of the whole ordeal. It was also having a bit of fun.

Eventually they went back to the Caravan. The Talk of Fae irked the Kenku, it shook it's head in disgust at the things that had apparently been going on potentially because of them.

---

The Fairy watched as the Ring was revealed, it made a motion in the air as it fluttered to stomp on the thing. Getting a little heated. When he mentioned it's freedom it nodded extremely quickly. The relief in it's tiny eyes when she saw it turned to dust, her aura changed from blue to green and as it did it looked like it soothed her. She did a back-flip in the air and stuck to Bast's face in an attempt to hug him. As strangers entered the room the Fairy hid behind Bast, peaking from behind his neck at the events.

Guilty shuffled out the way, getting disturbed in her comfortable spot snuggled up to Mal. She goes to one corner and watches from behind her Book. Her big eyes peaking over. She was very interested in the healing magic and started to write notes in her book though it was a lot further on in the book where it was blank. She didn't see enough however and needed more, needed more information on components and more history. She knew she was going to have to butt in or else she would regret it. That was until Esra got excited and started to talk and hug to this ponce.

Guilty's expression changed to one of confusion and almost disgust. She now decided against asking the High Elf on his healing spell and folded her arms, going back to reading. One of her ears perked up though as she continued to listen. Esra was a lady? Interesting, Interesting. WAIT WHAT. She wanted to see him later? Her ears drooped and she grabbed them into her hands and face planted her book. They were going to smooch! she just knew it! Guilty closed her book with a slam and looked at everyone with an angry pout seemingly for no reason. Guilty was going to totally stalk that conversation.

"YES YES GUILTY FIND HIM VERY ODD."

 

[Wert]

"Maybe," Correll shrugged, "Not to kill the wonder of it all, but Mircea says they shouldn't all be trusted. Said something about them being born with a path, and straying from it leads them being 'corrupted'. Whatever that means."

----

"Ay, he's been that way for a long time," Esra sighed some, going to pick up the small sheers Tillian had left behind in his haste, "He's so easily distracted by work, I hope he doesn't forget to visit."

"How do you know him exactly? He said something about being an apprentice fae hunter."

"Well, I've known him since I was a child. I guess you could say we were childhood friends, only he didn't like me much as children."

"Oh, so he's still quite young for a high elf?"

"That explains the shortness," Bast commented.

"Well, he's a little older than I am. That's why he didn't like me much. I was a rambunctious little girl he was forced to accompany any time his brother wished to see me," Esra giggled some, "The so-called shortness is just a genetic thing, unfortunately for him." The sprite seemed to be getting somewhat uncomfortable with this, taking notice of the stares the others were giving her. She sighed, her attention grabbing for the first conversation change it could manage.

"Guilty?" Esra questioned curiously, walking to the goblin with her hand outstretched," Is that your name? I'm Esra, it's nice to meet you."

 

[Never]

"That's okay. I wouldn't be blinded by wonder, that's not me. Though it must be a pain to have a set path that you can't change, maybe they aren't corrupted just... fed up." Mission could relate heavily. She let out a sigh as she stared at the open flames, eventually she forced herself out of drifting away in thought and looked at Correll. "Why did you run from home? I... I know you said vaguely and you don't have to share if you don't want to. I'm just... curious."

---

Guilty hoped he'd forget to visit, and didn't care how Esra knew him... okay she cared a little. Turns out they'd been childhood friends for a while, the Goblin felt some form of relief and felt slightly bad for getting eaten up. She shook her head, she knew she was being stupid & childish. She then heard her name and was taken by surprise as the Sprite approached her with an outstretched hand. Taken slightly off guard the Goblin's green skin turn a slight shade of red, she tried to recover herself by grinning and returning the handshake.

"Yes Yes! Guilty is me. Nice to meet you Esra! You are most pretty Sprite Elf Guilty has ever seen."

 

[Wert]

Correll frowned slightly, looking away from her and to the fire. He was quiet, thinking over whether he should tell her or not. After a moment he huffed, "I can tell you, but you'd have to make a binding swear not to tell. I would've done the same with Mircea, but he knew about everything before I met him."

-----


"Oh! Thank you!" Esra said, her smile growing some as she gently laughed, "You're so sweet." She released Guilty's hand and turned to Mircea, "I like our new traveling companions." She then turned back to Guilty, "Do you perhaps plan on going to Yefadorei, too? Oh, I'd love to dress you up for the Guardian Festival!"

Bast exhaled a short breath of amusement before gently grabbing the fairy at his back, letting it sit in his palm, "Aren't you going to head home, little one? It's probably dangerous for you to stay with a fae hunter about."

Mircea's brows rose watching the interactions, "I didn't know you were so soft with fae." He said, his gaze settling on Bast.

The human gave an odd look before turning his attention away from the elf.

Mal shrugged when Mircea looked to him. He chuckled some, "Well, I'm going to see if Arbonath needs any help." After being injured, stitched, and then healed, Mal was more than ready to get out of the wagon. He stood, slouching some to keep from hitting his head on anything as he walked passed Mircea and outside, making his way to Arbonath.

Mircea followed in leaving the wagon, going to Blu's wagon and checking on the two sleeping there.

 

[Never]

"Ah. You don't have to tell me. I'll hold off, I don't rely on magic when I put trust in someone I like. Which might be foolish." She lets out a sigh and leans back against Ludo, slightly insulted. Though she understood, she had secrets that she wished to die with. She did not wish to keep such harmful secrets as it hurt her too, but she had to - if she wanted to survive anyway. Especially now.

---

"Guilty never been to Yefedorei, but where Tall Elf Man go, Guilty go. Dressing up? Guilty okay like this right? Guilty have spells that dress up." She gestures to herself and then thinks for a moment as she recalled the spell in her book. The Goblin looked at Bast, noticing the new Fae in their presence - she then looked to the entrance of the Caravan which the Kenku was peaking through, it's eyes narrowed and recoiled look in it's body language as it just stared down the fairy.

The fairy looked up at Bast on his hand and just shrugged it's shoulders. It had no idea where to go, for as long as it could remember it had been with Rook and had relied on her for... everything. It sort of looked down sadly at Bast's wrist and then stood up and bowed before flying up and off - out of the Wagon over the Kenku's head which ducked in fear and pulled it's hood over it's eyes. The fairy seemed to have left.

Arbonath had his tools on the opposite balcony as he sat on the one next to the broken door, he was working on the hinge at the top first, fixing it in place before tightening both of the screws. This one was easy enough - it wasn't too damaged compared to what else he had seen.

Foxy was sleepin'.