[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The burnt house
                                                                                           [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Himself

Calanon had slept atop Brogach, the beast's body rising and falling as he breathed, lifting the Elf up and down gently until just before dawn. He had gotten up, and decided to sit against the wall silently, his legs crossed and hands upon his knees, contemplating his and Brogach's next move. He felt it prudent to help out this troop of companions as they made it to the nearest settlement. Their quirky nature was endearing at best, and at worst it didn't bother him.

But what then? Stay with them? He didn't think it would be best, but perhaps circumstances would change that would alter his way of thinking. Generally bad things happened to those around him. His free hand reached over to grip his opposite arm. [i]Or maybe that's the remnants of the curse casting doubts in my mind[/i]. He closed his eyes, and drew in a deep breath to calm himself. So still was he that he wouldn't be surprised if no one had noticed him up, but it was then that Sana and Kyra had begun talking. 

He smiled to himself as he listened. There seemed to be more than a few old friends here who had run into one another once more through happenstance. It was a refreshing thing to witness in these dark times. His Elven eyes opened when he heard Satilla offer to help Cyneburg. He would get up and go help her himself if they needed it.