[h2][color=springgreen]Sinys: Lyn's Hunt[/color][/h2]

During the long ride to the college Sinys refused to sit for very long, most of the time he stood for a while and then sat back down. Large portions of the time he had been reading letting the breeze from the carriage window do the work for him. Of course it had been slightly difficult to read when the breeze passed through multiple pages at one time. Though he kept his focus on a single page at a time. With the carriage coming to an abrupt halt he felt anxiety for not knowing what was going on. 

Standing once more he got out of the wooden vehicle and met the sun with peace. Then he grew aware of the sounds of battle "Sir it might be best for you to wait here. Or even better let us head back to the town we had left earlier." The driver warned with a waver in his voice. 

However Sinys shook his head and walked to the front of the carriage [color=springgreen]"Tell me what you see." [/color]He demanded hating to rely on someone else's eyes. After a moment of description he asked about the Naga, what it looked like and how big it had been. He then took off running to that area foolishly, as he had never heard of malice before. Nor the problems of Naga venom. He only hoped that he had ran in the correct direction, dodging the occasional limb, root, and stone. One might ask how he knew that it was there, but he wouldn't give a straight answer. 

His foot steps were sure enough to guide his a good distance from the people fighting. The deciding factor being the noise and scents he followed upon shortening the distance. Being blind meant one thing on the battle field. Announcing your attendance [color=springgreen]"Blind areomancer reporting."[/color] He announced not too far away. Drawing his bow for a single shot he positioned himself at a decent angle so as to not hit an ally. Or what he had assumed to be allies. For now anything that entered his range would be considered hostile and dealt with in a counter grapple. 

The sounds and smells that entered his field of recognition he did not manipulate. That would take too much energy from him. Instead he let such things flow more naturally. After all he needed to conserve anything that he had until he had been doubly ensured that no other enemies existed. Many things raced through his mind as he honed his senses to paint a picture the best he could. Including the sharp sound of bolts being fired.