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Stretching his body up and raising his weapons. Bitter resentment thrashed against wood, only attacking a fabricated opponent to release seething anger, from what he saw as sheep refusing to be slaughtered. Claws carving, digging, dragging intensely through impenetrable oak. Tirelessly performing yet leaving no impact upon the large tree. Dropping his paws to the ground, scoffing behind that tree where he was secluded.

“I’m not going to just wait around here, with these detestable souls. Who do they think I am?” Lyros growled with nobody around to hear him, his ears and tail twitched about hearing the ghostly voice. Sauntering low to the ground, getting closer to the center of the courtyard and peering at the demonic figure appearing above the fountain, before hiding himself and listening in.

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Lydrim had hardly budged an inch since the figure’s arrival, retaining a distant expression. Slightly tilting his head and glancing toward the others for their reactions, only waiting for the others to fall silent, before getting quickly interrupted by Vashti still perched on his shoulder fluttering her wings.

“Those answers are fairly nebulous-” Her squawk trailed off when Lydrim exhaled and rubbed the side of his nostril, before folding his arms and leaning slightly forward. The normal length of his patience seemed to be draining like a turned over and cracked hourglass.

“How exactly do I benefit becoming a Sage, subsequently associating myself with everyone here? Or-perhaps the better question, is how are you benefiting from an outcast, slave or anyone else here?” Lydrim questioned, his calm voice was antithetical to his presumptions. Before briefly shutting his eyes and stepping away from the fountain in the direction Lyros had stormed off. “Frankly, I’m getting sick of the smell coming from the flowers. I’m afraid we’ve both made a mistake. Mine was coming here.” His tone closely reflected his cold shoulder, looking around to find the direction of his wolf, noticing Lyros approaching him instead.

“I don’t want to leave until they answer your question.” Lyros stated, walking up to Lydrim. Lydrim slightly smiled, before turning to face the rest of the group. Lyros stared forward, not reacting to Vashti’s quick descent, landing on his head.