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[@Scyntell][@Silver Carrot][@Lawful Newtral]
She'd been up for most of the day, wandering around the town, though conveniently not around for the skirmish at the bar, though the scream had certainly gotten her attention. Whatever it was seemed to have passed, or had been dealt with as she heard whispers of Nephilim and monsters. They must have put the beast out of its misery if she had to guess with their type. Not an ask first, kill later group if ever she knew one.
But that wasn't her business, nor did she care to make it that way. She was strolling through the backwater part of town as she strolled across a scene in a tavern. What on earth was she seeing exactly? She walked towards the Fae and crossed her arms, [color=seagreen]"Shouldn't you be saving your mischief for a less possibly violent moment? There are children involved,"[/color] she said harshly as she looked towards the kids before looking to see what this was all about. She'd spent enough time in the woods and with its folk to recognize the scents of them. If she'd caught wind of the elves, her being here wouldn't be a thing. She rolled her eyes seeing the two, not even batting an eye at Gellert having drawn his sword. She walked into the tavern, putting her hands on her sides, [color=seagreen]"Seems a tad excessive for catching a thief. Or is it your frustration of his evading you that's got you so riled? I'm sure the Fae tagging along and causing mischief isn't helping, but you're a fool if you this oaf is going to serve any justice that doesn't include someone forcibly removing a limb,"[/color] she crossed her arms. She's been around Wellborough her whole life and knew Lark's reputation and deeds well enough to know someone barking at him about justice wasn't going to mean diddly squat, [color=seagreen]"Plus, how do you plan to get him back to the guard? Drag him, cuff him? Aside from making him unconscious, he'll probably evade you somewhere between here and there,"[/color] she pointed out to Gellert.
This wasn't usually how she spent her day. Normally she'd get her own bounty, go hunting and call it a day, but it was always so funny to watch upstarts coming in and trying to deal with the regulars in this town. She believed catching people like Lark or his friends was the definition of insanity as they would just go right back to what they were doing anyways. She didn't get enough entertainment these days, so why not see how this seasoned wolf decided to handle the slippery fox? She couldn't figure out the Fae's purpose in all this yet other than to give the old guy a hard time, but that was usually all they were good for anyways. She looked at the coin on the ground and noted the hungry eyes around the tavern that were waiting for Gellert and his sword to be gone for them to gobble up every piece of it. Either because they were desperate or they were a drunkard, either way, most here would kill for that coin. She used her foot to push most of it back into the same pile, looking towards Mink, [color=seagreen]"You, you might want to get this,"[/color] she pointed to it. True, Lark was in trouble for stealing which lead to the pile of gold, but those kids outside seemed to be depending on him to get, and she wasn't about to let some drunkard waste it.

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[@Jeyma][@Emuxe]
A sigh left her lips as she continued to trudge up the path, a groan of [color=firebrick]"How much farther?!"[/color] coming out under her breath. She felt like she had been walking this path for eons, and still Wellborough was no closer. There better be something useful here, was all she could think. She didn't really know what she expected to find in this place, she was just looking for something, some direction to go in that felt like it was where she was supposed to be. She hated that nagging sense of needing a place to [i]belong[/i].
But she need not even reach the city before she happened on something extremely peculiar. She could tell she was catching the tail end of some momentous moment between these two individuals, but she also recognized a particular mark from her previous studies. Where these Revenants? She moved a bit closer as the odd looking one was calling out to some spy, but to no avail. She knew it wasn't her he was growling at as he was looking in the wrong direction and she wasn't close enough yet, nor was she trying to be sneaky. Caution be damned, nothing fun ever happened while trying to be careful. 
She winced a little at the scream, but that just intrigued her more. What the blaze was he? She got closer as she heard his urgent talk to the girl, [color=firebrick]"Yeah right,"[/color] she scoffed hearing his rapid speech, [color=firebrick]"Mercy has never been anywhere near Nephilim in any description of them ever, so whatever you did, you should go with him,"[/color] she pointed at Shertul, [color=firebrick]"What are you by the way? Do you guys needs some help?"[/color] she asked, not seeming to get what the urgency was all about. She didn't see the Nephilim he seemed to be scared about, but she could handle some pansy do-gooder right? Then again, there was this voice in the back of her head saying that that was the most naive thought she could have ever had. Oh well, you live and learn, right? And she was technically neutral, unfortunately, so it wasn't as if he would have a reason to slay her on the spot if there was one coming to fight. A wall of fire would be sufficient to keep them busy long enough for an escape if necessary, right?
It never occurred to her that this might be some sort of private moment that she shouldn't intrude on, but they were like right on her way towards the town, as she had lost the main trail ages ago, and how could she pass up the opportunity for an adventure of some kind. The next question blurt from her mouth as the thought popped into her head, [color=firebrick]"Where ya going? Can I go too?"[/color] Oops, too late, might as well just see what they say, she wondered if a please might help her case.

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There was a loud thump as the male closed his book. He sighed as the thing had offered him no direction and no clue as to where to look next. Surely the institute was too far from here, right? The runes were that of Raziel, who was kinda the big shot for the Nephilim, so they had to be close. 
He finished his tea and breakfast before standing from the table in his room. He walked over, packing his bag back up and putting the book in last. The most he could do at this point was to start walking in the direction he hadn't come in and hope to find some clues along the way. He doubted the locals knew anything about Kaezira or the Institute, or knew enough that could help him find either of them. He hoped this wasn't all for not- not that he was putting too much hope into it succeeding anyways. He sighed to himself before heading out of the room to go find a place to get some basic provisions for his journey forward. He had missed a lot of action, or from what he could discern from the talk of the locals around him. He didn't miss the most important though- Carlisle Corvus and Kaezira of the North were here. He could have done a jig. What luck?!
He turned and started in the direction that the locals told him the Nephilim had been spotted, but stopped seeing that there were already other vying for their attention and apparently bothering them. His shoulders dropped a bit hearing Kaezira's statement about the Institute not being a public library, and he wondered if he would see his purpose as the same as theirs- a waste of their time. They obligingly seem to be permitting the lot to the library, and he wondered if... he could just tag along or if that would get him in trouble. He didn't realize that in his inner turmoil, ice was starting to form on his sleeves, his hand to his chin as he weighed the pros and cons of the situation and whether or not he should come along, hiding maybe. He certainly didn't want to bother them with trying to ask considering they already seemed annoyed with their current requests.

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[@Soragoku][@Jeyma][@Arkaotic]
Sybil breathed a sigh of relief hearing Kaezira's words to Carlisle though she had to refrain the laugh that threatened to bubble forth at his protest that he was always nice. She watched him go after the other girl, the one who had been protecting the Fleshspinner and wondered if he was actually going to be able to convince her to come back- for some reason she was fairly certain that wasn't an option. He had pushed her away already and the girl didn't seem so weak in her convictions that she would turn back against what had already been decided when she left with the creature anyways. It seems a fool's errand on the Nephilim's part. 
Daewyn sighed a bit of relief though he made a face at Sybil as she spoke, [color=crimson]"The one who needs to be nice is him,"[/color] she pointed at him and he swatted her hand off.
[color=teal]"Regardless of niceties, let's be off if it's necessary. We don't have to go at too quick a pace so that Corvus and the girl can catch up,"[/color] he said, motioning in that direction, [color=teal]"But we can at least remove ourselves from the town,"[/color] he said, removing the alcoholic liquid from the girl's hands and tucking it away in his bag. 
Sybil leaned over and whispered, [color=crimson]"You should apologize to her,"[/color] to which he gave her "over my dead body" look. It wasn't that he didn't like centaurs, it was that he didn't like army types, nor did he like those who tried to make themselves seem more improtant for military or religious purposes. He chose to remain neutral because it was in everyone's best interest he not choose a side. It just wouldn't end well. Plus, he had to think about Sybil. He had a feeling this was going to test several theories for him whether she could enter those halls or not....