Conversation had sprouted between a few, though it was brief. The beast woman had eased away from Isabeau, though her mood and demeanor seemed just as sour, and condescending, despising even, as it was when she held the sword out to her throat. Her gaze drifted around to those gathered as their words passed through her. All except for Regina's. "I have questions for you. Don't stray too far or I will hunt you down." Her eyes lingered on the hin a bit longer than they did on the others. 

Ionathan had mentioned something of resting up in a tavern, incidentally there was one not far from their location, the very one that had accommodated several of their party members before they entered into this crazed debacle. 

[color=darkseagreen]"I suppose then that I will join in your respite at this tavern. But come dawn, I travel to the stronghold of The Jarjestys Magi, located north of here, perhaps a days travel at least. To my knowledge, they have also been monitoring demon activity so we'll have a better idea of what's going on with them."[/color]

With the amulet in hand, she nodded to Ajax in appreciation for the help and started her ascent out of the ruins. Their trip to the mages cottage hadn't been a complete failure. Genevieve was now out of the way, she had acquired the artifact, and no blood was shed ... That she knew of anyway. Yes, there were questions, and explanations that she would have to go over several times. People were angry, hurt, betrayed. But people were always angry, hurt and betrayed. She was just happy she made it out of there alive. Part of her had hoped that half the group would disband, but honestly, if they had any hope in defeating Zargon, she would need their help. All of their help. 

Her hands braced whatever rubble that hadn't been uprooted by her new ally. She wasn't an expert climber by any means and it seemed to have taken a bit of effort to rise out of the ruin. Stealing one more glance in the direction of the cottage that had once stood so tall, she looses a breath, quietly muttering something under her breath. [color=darkseagreen]"I'm sorry."[/color]. For whatever it was worth, to the ghosts of the house, the magic that lay buried beneath the soot and stone, the person she once considered friend. To the tavern she travelled, expecting the others to follow.

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