The glazed men of the mead hall did nothing but cheer at the sudden row between Ignaescious and Tristan, thinking it nothing more than a harmless bar fight. The music twiddled on as it had before, the crowds returning to their own conversations. 


[i]Elsewhere...[/i]

The jungle just outside the colony's perimeter shivered as a swift breeze shook its leaves, gaining the attention of the scout in Samuel's Tower. Quickly drawing his spyglass from his hip, the young man scanned the forest perimeter quickly at first, before giving it a second glance, this time running his eye along the wall of thick flora slowly. The scout stopped half way through the action, paralysed by fear as his gaze locked with that of someone in the bushes. A single pale face looked back through the lense of the spyglass, its eyes black like charcoal, and its features similar to a human's, but off by small degrees, enough to make its visage disturbing. In a blink, it retreated, back into the jungle. A second after the creature had left, the scout fell backwards and breathed shuddering, panicked breaths.