"Oh gracious night mother, grand onto me the power to see the world, and the face of my next target, where are they hiding, my mother?" The cloaked figure talked into the darkness that surrounded him as he sat with legs crossed and arms resting on his knees. In his mind, he saw pictures, images of a town on the water, a Tavern, and...he saw a dark elf with Auburn hair and dark circles under her eyes, golden armor and a Guardan ally...along with a reptilian woman with a golden bow. He nodded and stood, exiting his trance. He turned and exited the room to an antechamber that was much better lit. Before he could get too far, he turned and heard a woman call out to him. "Woland. You have finished talking to the mother?" Woland smiled underneath his hood, lowering it and revealing his weathered features. The woman that approached him was his wife and lover, Myra, wearing simple cloth garbs. When she got close he gripped her hand and swung her around for a short moment, kissing her afterwards. "Yes. And I am afraid that I have a new mark. In Kalineye across the continent. Should not be more than a couple days ride, though I doubt they will stay for long." Myra connected eyes with him and bit her lip a little apprehensively. "May I accompany you on this mark, Woland? I've never been to Kalineye. Plus, if I have been measuring the calendars correctly, we are coming close to your 20 year..."contract." I may not get to travel like this much more..." He stood before her, pursing his lips and considering her request. "Well, the Kamal have just retreated for the seasons...and the land has not erupted into full conflict in many a week, so I do not see why not." She jumped in the air for a moment, inhaling sharply and "Squeeling." "I shall pack our items!" She went to quickly walk away towards their rooms. "Do not forget to pack a barrel with your clothing submerged in water! I do not want you dehydrated out there!" She yelled something back to him that he couldn't understand. He nodded and went to pack his own gear, intending to be out of the house by the morning. 

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Septimus had purchased the room for them, and some Teas for the road. Once they were settled down in the room, he went out and purchased the needed supplies for their next hunt. Food, water, arrows, ingredients for Anti-spell potions, bread. Glorious bread. He made his way back into the Tavern, coming from upstairs after depositing their gear in their room, and saw S'kylir sitting down alone with a cup of tea. He remembered seeing Annette upstairs, which explained why she wasn't here. He went down and joined her with a cup of wood-elven tea. Strong, but chock full of cinnamon. He wasn't in his armor anymore, having his plain clothing on and a shirt for once. It was itchy and uncomfortable. "Hello, S'kylir. You seem very comfortable. Might I be spying a touch of nightshade in your tea?" He laughed as he kicked back, leaning against the wall of their booth. "I fetched you the whet stone and bread you asked for. They're upstairs in our room, as well as everything else I purchased. How is your hip doing?"