It took a minute for the pair to come around to the sudden influx of beings, was this place going to be big enough? They wondered, a brief moment of doubt that perhaps it would be better to leave the inn now and head back into the forest. [color=green]"Think about it."[/color] Balian began, looking into his tankard and sloshing the ale inside around, [color=green]"All of these beings, some of the likes we've never even seen."[/color] he indicated towards the gathering hall of the building with a turn of his head, he spotted all sorts and a thin, fascinated smile began to form. [color=green]"How big must that damned forest be if they've all arrived here as well and we didn't come across..."[/color] He paused, locking eyes with his sister as her gaze lifted from the tavern table-top to meet his. [color=green]"Or even heard any of the others?"[/color]

Ruehar stewed over it for a moment, [color=cyan]"Or, maybe it's Magick."[/color], the look on Balian's face said that he had thought of it too but found the idea to be unlikely. In all the years he had known his sister, Magick, magic (or anything else it is called by around the world), was something he would never know in full. [color=cyan]"I mean, in all the time we've been in those woods how many times did we feel like we were going in circles?"[/color] Balian's gaze narrowed and his head cocked a little, intrigued by his sister's hypothesis. [color=cyan]"I'm telling you now Balian, that forest is full of Magick, but it's not waiting to be tapped into. It's almost as if it doesn't want you to find something and it changes itself... Somehow..."[/color] Ruehar felt like she might be crazy or at least that's how she perceived  Balian as seeing her. [color=cyan]"The Drakenwald is ever-changing, it shifts around. Who knows how long we were in there or even how far we are from Burr Oak Barrows now."[/color]

Balian nodded and took one large gulp, finishing his drink before resting the empty tankard on the table. [color=green]"Alright."[/color] He replied, sitting in silence for a moment, [color=green]"In that case we're probably never going to run into those dirty witch-hunters again."[/color] Balian grinned at his sister who smiled in return, however he couldn't help but feel a little bitter that he would most likely never see home again, if his sister was right. 

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The siblings had been sitting quietly, not even piping a word to each other. Now on their second or third drink, Balian would have to chat with the barkeep later he thought to himself. It was the nicest ale that ever graced his lips, a subtle sweetness helped to negate the bitterness he was familiar with. Balian was about to concur with his sister on her hypothesis of the forest but was distracted by a pleasant but smokey smell permeating through the bar. [color=green]"Do you smell that?"[/color] He asked before spotting the source of the smell. The first thing he noticed was the beaked mask, long-coat, hat and of course the thurible. The man, or at least Balian assumed it was male had a look about him that screamed trouble.  [color=green]"What do you think?"[/color] He beckoned his sister to look, [color=green]"One of them?"[/color], this time the words sounded more like a snarl, Balian's hand ready on his dagger, not wanting to draw too much attention by reaching for the crossbow.

[color=cyan]"I don't know..."[/color] She replied, sinking into her seat grip tight on her staff.