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It had taken them a long time but, after hours upon hours of trudging through the dense fog, Granoda finally managed to lead everyone out of the forest, and into the village in which the medicine was meant to be delivered. However, something was still amiss; namely, the fact that the party had never been attacked despite being at its most vulnerable. This could only mean one of two things. Either these threats were lies in their entirety, or these so-called assailants had a [i]subtler[/i] method in mind for ensuring that the medicine never reached the villagers that needed it most. Mind games were not Granoda's forte at all, but this was starting to look like she'd have to play along...

[color=fff200]"[i]Still[/i] gonna need a pint after this,"[/color] Granoda muttered to herself, reluctantly slinging her axe over her back again. They were in a village, after all, so it would be customary to holster one's weapon so as to not cause its populace to panic unnecessarily. But at the same time, she didn't [i]really[/i] feel all that safe right now.

Up ahead was a man who had been tending to a flame situated at the center of the village, clad in black robes and with his back turned to the party. He seemed to be the only visible person in this village, but everything about him screamed outsider. Why exactly he was here was unknown as of yet. Granoda stopped everyone before they came too close to the man, refusing to take any chances with him.

[color=fff200]"Before we go any further, we should ascertain that there's... say, more than one person here,"[/color] she explained, before turning towards a certain rare vanguard, [color=fff200]"Diana?"[/color]