It happened that Sett was lucky enough to receive the unconscious Dwarf's sleeping gear for the night, since the individual in question clearly didn't need it. In the first instance, he'd been ever so slightly offput by Fineki's symbol appearing before him; yet either the two mages had seen other symbols, or else hadn't recognised his deity's own for what it was, and having thanked Alice for her generosity, he slept relatively well that night. The next day, a light breakfast was had, and then the party set off once more, sans the virile beauty of Princess Vanya's treasure. "Virile" in the sense that a lot of money could have been made if anything was successfully snatched, though once more, she herself was quite beautiful, if haughty for her lofty role in life. He supposed he'd have to make do with what was available, in terms of loot, and that seemed to be sadly limited but for the goodies Vanya herself had offered.

Still, Settionne did not see fit to hinder their progress before they had gotten into the forest proper, when the Elf leading their group made note of a bog up ahead, with a possible (and unlikely) solution for crossing promptly offered by the Scay-lee. Skay-lay. Whatever. And, well, wading across would surely be difficult, if it wasn't particularly shallow. Though as it came in sight, it certainly seemed shallow enough to wade in, as evidenced by the particularly large Lizardman, and the extremely large bog monster. Which, apparently, was in fact made of flesh. He couldn't say he'd ever heard of a creature like that... unless it was some other large monstrosity that had cloaked itself in undergrowth and slime? That'd perhaps make more sense, and either way, he presumed his weapon, the sword of Moon Metal, would be able to damage its form far more effectively than one might otherwise assume.

...if he could bring himself to charge up to it to start dealing those blows. And he felt that that was perhaps a bad idea, since the thing could crush his entire body with a casual flailing of its arms. Never mind the Lizardman's own obvious preparations for a fight... but, well, it seemed more than ready to fight this creature to the death for its next meal, and both parties had been weakened beforehand. Why not give them a little more time to work each other over, when interfering would surely only bring them both to fight any unwanted intruders? Glancing to both sides, he took a casual step back from the rest of his group, which both made him less of a target to those monsters and gave him a brief headstart on his fellows if they decided to attack him. Well, maybe not a headstart for [i]escape[/i] - much as he'd appreciate it, that would be utterly counterproductive to his ultimate goal - but maybe a tactical retreat, followed by an outflanking maneuver... who could say but the gods? His own god, rather. Aheheh.

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