[color=00aeef]"And so we arrive,"[/color] Jolu remarked mirthlessly.

She leaned forward and peered into the canopied darkness before her. The Deep Woods certainly lived up to their name. Why wouldn't they? The place was well known to having an almost mystical quality to it's trackless depths. How a village had ever came to be situated within it's borders was beyond her. She knew it was there, they'd seen the the lights as they traversed the peaks earlier that week.

Ilsibin was already searching his pack while she carried on. Seeing as they were both tired and hungry, Jolu would, no doubt, have some sort of snarky remark about the whole situation. He could almost feel it coming. He wished to the gods that, just once, she would stop talking about her disappointment and focus on...

[color=00aeef]"Shouldn't there be a welcome party or something? They seemed pretty desperate for help. A guide for weary vagabonds with a safe hand to clasp?"[/color]

It wasn't particularly inventive, Ilsibin noted, so perhaps she was more tired than he had thought. In either case, now was not the time to fume. His hand closed on the unlit torch he'd been searching for.

[color=ed145b]"Too many bodies would attract attention. I also doubt they have the bodies to serve as glorified shepherds. For now we should do as our contact suggested and follow the light. Silently."[/color]

Jolu's face petulantly tightened as she bit back words of her own and simply waited for Ilsibin to take the lead. As he entered the gloom the torch flickered twice. The third time it blazed into a purple faux fire and tugged the torch gently in the direction it wanted to go. With luck they would reach Farthing by the time breakfast was served.