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[@PaulHaynek],[@13org](FYR)
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Magnus had a smile on his face as Freyr donated some of their coinage to the old woman's charity...and then felt a little bad that he didn't even think to do that, far too worried about the old nun's safety rather than the work she was doing. His whisper to not worry only made Magnus smile wider, and once Freyr looked to him for help, the Minotaur cleared his throat, doing his best to not seem intimidating to the poor old nun. [color=FF5353][b]"W-Well Ma'am...we were heard you were considering making a pilgrimage to Varjo. We...w-well, we don't think you should go."[/b][/color] he said, trying his best to sound understanding, but firm. 

[color=FF5353][b]"...Why do you need to go to Varjo anyways, Ma'am? I-If you don't mind me asking, that is."[/b][/color] the minotaur said, crouching to be on eye level with the elderly woman. [color=FF5353][b]"Its full of bandits a-and...just...bad people looking to do bad things to good people. I've seen what the military does to people they don't like..."[/b][/color] he said, noticeably looking a little scared, his mind unable to not imagine this poor old lady suffering some kind of horrible abuse by bandits or soldiers...or even wild animals. It clearly wasn't making him happy to talk about Varjo.

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[@PaulHaynek]
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A small smile formed on Nephele's face as he admitted her dragonhood, a smile that was quickly turned into a frown as she heard Ian proclaim that they might be able to dig about in the muck of the river beneath the bridge, in the hopes of finding treasure. He proclaimed to have watched "Shows" with similar events, but she simply thought that meant plays. She'd read about a few theatrical presentations...and even participated in one just a few nights ago, but she had to wonder if everything was alright in Ian's head. Sighing as she followed her armored companion into the river, the dragoness gently picked up the hem of her skirt to walk into the water, not even getting a foot in before she heard heavy breathing, trying to reach out for Ian before he was snatched up by the gargantuan monstrosity that had been slumbering beneath the ruined bridge.

Staring up at it, Nephele felt a sense of inexplicable dread as she gazed at it. Not from fear, but rather an innate lack of...understanding. Monsters were easy enough to understand, given the presence of demonic energy within them, but this...thing. This monstrous creature was neither monster or man, yet exuded the same type of sentience that a man had. She had read in an old dusty book that there was once a process by which dark sorcerers created Flesh Golems to do their bidding but...

Shaking her head, she uncurled her fingers and let her claws cast a glint of light off of them, before she began climbing the side of the bridge with incredible speed, figuring the villagers wouldn't mind the claw marks as much as the giant monster. Now at something of a vantage point, Nephele began scanning for a weak point in its shoulder armor before diving from above, her mouth exuding a thick stream of white fog as she descended. Her claws sunk into the flush of the monster, shredding the muscle beneath before she started descending the arm, keeping an eye on the free hanging arm as she attempted to free Ian. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Hang on! I'll get you free and draw its attention!"[/b][/color] she said, now starting to completely enshroud the area in her fog.