[h3]The Great Northern Wood[/h3]
[h3]Emirien[/h3]
Davian helps Emirien stand by offering her his hand, but doesn't pull her to her feet. He still occasionally rubs his throbbing eye with his free hand and frantically blinks the ache away whenever he isn't rubbing it. "Never mind vicious grouse, it's the trees and soil we need to watch out for." he says, exhaling sharply from his nose as he sniggers. He moves so that he is stood with his back to the brnach which just hit him and turns to face Emirien, briefly eyeing her. "Best not to hunt with a wounded ankle, but you seem alright. 'Reckon we should keep going or do you want to go back?" His body language betrays him despite his words, however, and as he half turns and brushes the twigs aside once more while keeping his eyes on Emirien it is obvious that he would prefer to continue onwards into the woods.

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[h3]The Rugged Fish[/h3]
[h3]Ryker of the Barrows[/h3]
The next morning promised fairer weather. The rain from the day before had passed during the night and though the city streets were still damp the sun had been shining since it rose with only a few clouds in the sky. Unfortunately for Ryker, this meant that the city had gotten busier earlier as he made his way to the Rugged Fish. On the other hand, Rykers appearance and the presence of his sword seemed to dissuade thieves from taking advantage of his encumbered, and he made it to his destination unmolested.

The inside of the small quayside inn was quieter than it was yesterday with only the bartender present as Ryker entered. Regardless of how hard Ryker knocked on Alexandra's door no answer came. Perhaps she was a heavy sleeper and hadn't gotten up yet, or perhaps she had already left, and the innkeep didn't help much as he called to him: "Haven't seen her since last night, my man. Mayhaps she slipped out without me knowing it but I reckon she's the type who wants to be seen and heard wherever she goes, eh? So I doubt that. Want me to take a message, or get you a drink while you wait?"