[h2]Syrena Sincalir - Encampment on Westroad[/h2]
Syrena watched as Gaius threw what appeared very much like a temper tantrum and stormed off. He was of course right, there was no purpose to having a tactician if his plans and counsel were to be blatantly disregarded but wasn't it also important for those in leadership to take the advice of others under consideration rather then refuse to listen because it wasn't there plan. 

Overall it seemed no one was acting particularly suited to there tasks. The Wyvern Rider was hot tempered, the tactician was prideful and while Syrena sort of agreed with Hugh imposing his authority over Gaius' and making him for more or less unnecessary seemed like an unwise choice. It might work for now but conflicts like this tended to not be resolved when one party over road the other. The tactician and there leader would have this argument again. Syrena was almost certain of that.

Syrena was so busy thinking about how this could all go wrong that she didn't notice the approach of Habeen the dark mage till the woman was right next to her. Syrena started slightly when the dark mage started to speak. Though Syrena had had limited contact with them it seemed to her that dark mages were rather strange. Nicki was nice enough but he smelled sickly sweet and he was quite an odd man. Habeen in contrast had an unnerving smile plastered over her face as though it had frozen that way.

Habeen asked Syrena if she was nervous about the plan of attack, whichever one they ended up using. The answer to that was complicated, well no, actually it was painfully simple. Syrena was scared to death of the up coming battle. "I d-don't want to d-die." It was more complicated then that though. Syrena didn't want to see anyone badly hurt either but her powers seemed to have a different idea about it. Ever since Kel had reported the occupation of the village and Hugh decided they would lend aid there had been an excited hum deep in Syrena's veins like the flames were itching to get out. "I d-don't want to k-kill anyone e-either."

Syrena had not confidence in her ability to control her magic. She couldn't even lite candles properly with it without scorching the land and melting the wax. "H-have you ever s-seen f-fire destroy something u-utterly?" A change came over Syrena. He voice became just a little bit clearer, her stutter falling away. Unbeknownst to her, Syrena's eyes started to glow a light brilliant blue and the symbols on her tome did the same. "It's like a great monster clawing at everything around it. It has no mind, no intend just a need to destroy, woods, stone, flesh, bone. It all falls before the flames. Everything burns, everything falls to ash. Imagine you were the only thing standing in the way of that."

All at once the spell was broken. The glow faded from Syrena's eyes and they resumed there silver shine. The symbols on her tome became dull blue again and Syrena's stutter returned. "If I l-let that o-out, c-can I p-put it away when the f-fighting stops?" Her magic wasn't like everyone else's. All the other mages Syrena had met seemed to reach for there powers when they needed them and put them back when they didn't. While Syrena struggled to keep hers contained at all times. It was like a living thing, a caged animal clawing to get out.