Alari jumped from tree to tree making sure to stick to the shadows as he tried to make his way back to the village, Mary was leaving with Eryn and Raina so she would be safe and he was positive Mera may have already moved. He noticed Ovorion had left probably to go to the village and with the feeling that hit him earlier he decided return, partially to figure out what was making him feel this way, he clutched his chest as the heavy feeling in it just seemed to increase as he steadily got closer to the village. 
He was still a long way off from it but that just made it harder as he suddenly felt rushed, he was still trying to fully reconnect with his Ki so he still couldn't feel echo's which made it harder to discern what was at the village. 
He could sense something was off but he didn't know what exactly it was, he narrowed his eyes wondering if this was why Yuni was so close, perhaps Nokori noticed something.
He should have created some kind of communication back to the inn so he could have asked Kaori what was going on there, he could have at the very least left another talisman behind but he figured it would be too risky, he cursed himself for not doing it anyway.
For the time being regretting what he didn't do wouldn't change anything, he would get back there and find out what was bugging him, though Alari was unaware the answer was a rather simple one.

Larel's eyes twitched a little when Mera left but he remained asleep quite tired from today's events, however dreams or rather nightmares continued to play in his head as he slept, it wasn't anything he wasn't used too just Zenmaru forcing him to relive his previous transgressions. This time though there was something different about his dreams, he was surrounded by bright red flames in the midst of a large flower field, he had plenty of dreams of fields but they were never aflame before and something about the scene he was being forced to watch bothered him.
What memory was this and why was Zenmaru showing it to him? He seemed to be observing the memory not from a distance but personally, this was common too but he wasn't moving, taking lives, being bound, nothing that he normally saw in his dreams. Larel was lying on the ground his sword inches away from him, but for some reason his body would't respond too him and his entire body ached, he could feel the heat of the flames and in the distance he could see a town completely on fire, he couldn't see any people and he doubted that was because it was nighttime.
Larel decided to try and reach for his sword which he was sure he must have done in the past, however as he reached for it a sandal slammed onto the back of his hand, he grit his teeth at the pain and immediately looked up to see who had stepped on him. 
Darkness hid the face of the man though, except for his mouth which was currently moving though Larel couldn't hear any words come out, there was a sword attached to his waist and Larel's eyes widened a little seeing it before the dream vanished.
Moments later the familiar dreams that Zenmaru normally showed him returned, again his body was forced to move against his will but his mind was wholly alert which is what Zenmaru preferred. That burning field dream drew most of Larel's attention away from the current scene, he couldn't stop himself anyway so it didn't matter if he focused on this one, he wanted to figure out what that dream was...but no matter how hard he thought about it no answer came.