[color=8dc73f][center][h1]Freyr[/h1][/center][/color]

The second Freyr jumped, he felt something catching his leg, hanging him upside down near Magnus, his leg stuck in a loop of a rope. The worst thing wasn't even that. The worse thing was that he was now covered in a sticky thing and feathers. How did he miss that? Such an obvious trap... What the hell was happening? It was unnecessary to say, but that obviously irritated him. Whoever was in that forest was playing with them... Immediately taking his knife and cutting down the rope, he gracefully landed on the ground. Instead of the howl, a weird giggle echoed through the forest.

On the ground, next to them, something caught Freyr's eyes. It was a message.
[color=8dc73f]"Cheating isnt allowed. Fight the wolf like men or feel the wraith of humiliation"[/color] the message said, written in a piece of bark, almost immediately after he read it, the odd howl from before came again, this time it was closer, and oddly enough, it sounded... fake. Someone was playing with them... Using the edge of his knife, he quickly cut part of the sticky substance, at least enough to make him look less ridiculous and let him move freely. He wouldn't have enough time to take it off completely, at least not now.

[color=8dc73f][I]"I fight like a Viera, not like a man... Otherwise, I would already be dead a long time ago..."[/I][/color] He thought to himself, irritated with the message.

Sheathing his knife, he crushed the piece of bark with his foot, with an obviously irritated expression, before hearing a rustling sound nearby. With his bow on hands, and an arrow already nocked, he looked to the direction the sound was coming, pointing his bow to that same direction. His face showed no emotions, his cold stare didn't show a mere vestige of the anger he felt moments before.
He would take no chances. Whoever was the one toying with them, would quickly learn that it wasn't very smart to put itself between a hunter and its prey...

[@GoddessOfNature] [@The Irish Tree]

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[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Bast Ragoczy[/h1][/center][/color]

Bast heard carefully as Riñas spoke about the reason why she was helping the city. She said she was only looking to spread the teachings of her god. Bast was no stranger to religions, nor to priests and worshippers. He knew enough to doubt their words and intentions. But one part of her speech caught his attention.

"[color=92278f]Did I not make myself clear?[/color]"
"[color=92278f]I'm pretty sure I just said that you should use the chalk I gave you to mark the doors of abandoned houses.[/color]" she said, rising an eyebrow.

[color=ed1c24]"Just spreading the teachings of the fallen god, right?"[/color] Bast said, with a grin on his face.
[color=ed1c24]"My dear Riñas... Everything has a purpose. I just seek the reason behind it..."[/color] He said, reaching inside his cloak and grabbing a playing card, twiddling it on his fingers. It was a simple two of hearts.
[color=ed1c24]"Marking the abandoned houses with chalk seems like a very... easy job, doesn't it? It's not that hard or exciting... Surely, anyone would be able to do it... It is a shame... I was expecting something more..."[/color] Bast continued, with a displeased expression.
[color=ed1c24]"But I did say I was at your disposal, didn't I? And I always keep my words. But I will warn you... I can't promise you I wont investigate this situation a bit more... Who knows? Maybe I might stumble upon something interesting..."[/color] He said, with a rather dark smile, looking directly to her eyes, almost like if he was looking inside of her.

[color=ed1c24]"Oh, you don't need to worry about the payment. I'm not bound by such frivolous and superficial things such as money... I have much more... deeper goals. Think of me like... a wild card..."[/color] Bast said, turning the two of hearts with his finger, hiding its front and turning it back again, now showing a joker instead.

[color=ed1c24]"Farewell, for now, miss Riñas. I'll be back after I finish your request."[/color] He said, putting the playing card back on his pocket and walking towards the city.


[@PaulHaynek]