[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=a187be]Kyra [/color] & [color=82ca9d]Sana[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] One wet world
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] In General
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	Sana took a deep breath and looked over at Keystone before nodding. He was right in his feeling, she was acting with alarm and she was not near strong enough to get up on her horse herself. Seeing the lack of strength in the gypsy worried Kyra. Sana let go of Epona and leaned against Keystone, he was better able to help her stay on her feet than her horse was. Now this really worried Kyra, Sana was not only accepting help but wordlessly asking for it. That wasn't like the woman. 

	[color=a187be]"Sana, what in the hell is going on?"[/color] she finally asked. 

	[color=82ca9d]"I'll explain once we are on our way,"[/color] Sana replied, it took her longer than normal to get the words out and her voice was gravely rough when she spoke. Kyra nodded and looked over towards Cyneberg and Njat as they came out and informed them of a few things. 

	[color=a187be]"Right, let's get Epona hooked up to the wagon. Then Sana can rest in the back,"[/color] she said before heading away from Keystone and Sana with Ash remaining at Sana's side. Hearing Thomas ask Njat about the other stamina potion Kyra gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, answering the question herself. 

	[color=a187be]"No, this is a combination of bard trauma and something else. She needs rest. A couple of days and hopefully she will feel better,"[/color] Kyra said before grabbing Epona's reins and leading her over to the wagon to begin hooking up the horse. [color=a187be]"Alright, everyone pack up. We are moving soon as Sana is secure in the back of the wagon. I'll drive. Satilla, next to Sana to keep an eye on her. Rest walk and keep up. We want this to go as quickly as we can and we can't weigh Epona down more than is needed. Keystone, put her in the back please. Come on folks, we move out in five,"[/color] Kyra said. She might not be an official leader of the group but she was taking charge. 

	[color=a187be]"Let's get as much distance covered today as possible."[/color]

	

[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i]Three Days Ahead - In Salarn[/i][/b][/h3]~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~[/center]

	To say the town was subdued right then was an understatement. People did not want to venture in the fields or anywhere outside of the wall that surrounded the town. Even within the wall, things were tense. The graveyard was avoided at all costs. The care taker had decided today was as good a day as any to waste in the tavern drowning his thoughts like most others were right then. Even the soldiers were starting to drink more heavily and a dark cloud seemed to hang heavy over the place. 

	Fenmal was usually very jovial, even after his little event of evacuating all his meals for the last thirty years on Cremise days ago it was expected he would be right as rain again the next day. He was, then the attack from the undead happened a few days ago. Since then he had not recovered. He had been the only one left in the town with magical abilities. Ones he normally left for entertainment purposes. Yet he had been left with no choice to go on the offensive to drive them back. 

	Now he sat behind his bar, on a stool and slowly passed out ale and mead to the customers. The kitchen prepared meals. The wenches who were usually smiling and bright had had it at this point. They were as gruff as a man coming off the field. Drunks during the day and morose thoughts did not make for enjoyable patrons. Most seemed to be drinking until they were sick and then drinking again. The girls were tired of cleaning up half digested alabaster chum. 

	One of said women spotted the motioning from Magnus and headed over to him. Her shoulders dropping in defeat before plastering at plain look on her face. A smile was not coming right then. "What can I get fer ya?" she asked coolly.