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[h3][color=6EFFFF][i]Tavren[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Back of the carriage.[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Sleeping currently.[/i]
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[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/112092315606061056/416059700467990541/Hunter_1.jpg]Dark brown hat with a silver mask. Dark greenish/brown coat with a tall collar.[/url]
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Despite the rockiness of the ride, the back of the carriage was surprisingly comfortable for Tavren. They hadn't had a proper bed in almost three years. Slowly, the Cleric drifted off to sleep; only being woken by an outburst from the front of the carriage every so often.

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Tavren woke with a jolt, another cleric was at their quarters with a closed noted. "Work," he said with a gruff voice. [i][color=6EFFFF]Djirge[/color][/i], thought Tavren. With a stern look, Djirge quietly handed Tavren the note. "You know what this is. You knew he was your responsibility. They want you to deal with it." The two were silent for a long while. "I just hope I'm not next, only a year or so left!" the older Cleric bellowed in laughter while leaving Tavren alone in the room. As they started to stand, another jolt shifted the entirety of the room, Tavren falling and landing back in the carriage once more. The old Cleric slammed on the inside of the vehicle only to hear [color=#695fd8]"Yeah, I hear ya! Smoother ride!"[/color] from up front. After a few minutes, Tavren was able to sleep once again.

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The old Cleric stood before a sight they had seen all too often. A fire; a village burning. Most Clerics knew to steer clear of Karn and Orn, their tactics were unsavory and their bloodlust forever unfulfilled. Tavren was sent often to clean up after the pair, but never had they seen this much damage. Most of the villagers were missing their lives or missing their limbs; some had lost both. One hut however was mostly untouched except for the broken door that lay halfway in the doorway. Upon entering, Tavren saw both the corpses of Orn and Karn still bleeding in front of a small Naga. The lizard barely able to stand was holding a bent metal bar from a nearby chair; soaked with the grey matter of one or both of the former Clerics. Behind him laid another Naga, this one on the threshold of the next world. Tavren moved toward her to attempt to check her wounds but the armed Naga stopped them. 
[center][i][color=6EFFFF]"There's not a lot of time. We have to go."[/color][/i][/center]
The male Naga refused to move without the other. Tavren carefully lifted the barely breathing Naga outside as the other dragged both the broken chair and the bloodied rod behind the Cleric. The three were greeted by another group of Clerics who loudly demanded answers. The ones they received were not sufficient, a child could not end the lives of two skilled Clerics they shouted in unison. As the Clerics began to descend on the trio, Vulcure walked out from behind the other Clerics. As the Star spoke, his words slowly muffled into nothing. Tavren woke to a familar word: [color=fff200]"A kidnapper of Fae?!"[/color] With a sigh, the aged Cleric thought [color=6EFFFF][i]I'm too old for this.[/i][/color], as they shuffled up near the front of the carriage to get a better look at current events. [color=c17913]"Yes, and kidnappers of Ashen as well. A bit further North by the look of it."[/color] the Star responded. [color=#695fd8]"Might have to hide ya with the coats, you'll probably have enough room there,"[/color] Tarkus added as the party ventured ahead.