[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/303645471333810177/321534524594847747/58a05e5162bfff3328cfcc7df52fcaca.png[/img][/center] [@PaulHaynek],[@13org](FYR),[@Lmpkio] FF5353 Magnus was so damn happy to finally have some Morning Light flowers, that he almost entirely passed Talia up, almost tripping over himself as he ran over to her excitedly. Walking alongside her, he excitedly brandished the Morning Light flowers, a smile plastered on his face. [color=FF5353][b]"It took me a while, but I finally got my hands on the flowers Kyle needed for his machine! Now, all I have to do is get the feathers and it'll be ready to fly. I hope."[/b][/color] the minotaur said with an excited uproar, barely troubled by the darkening skies overhead. Turning his head to Freyr as he began telling of their rather uneventful day, and of the promise made to the kindly old nun. Nodding enthusiastically, Magnus pounded his free hand on his chest, smiling. [color=FF5353][b]"We're gonna make sure that nothing happens to her! Even if I have to carry her to Varjo,"[/b][/color] he said, clearly happy to be able to help the poor old soul on her journey. In all honesty, he could probably just carry Freyr and her to Varjo...but a stray arrow in the back might hit her if she was over his back. Leaving that thought aside for now, Magnus was eager to get back to the guild hall and cook up some birds, figuring that he might as well try and finish Kyle's request with the feathers. [color=FF5353][b]"Oh, um...Talia, how many feathers does Kyle need?"[/b][/color] he asked, never having gotten an actual number. [hr] Magnus had caught a fair number of game birds upon his return, and was heading back to the guild when he heard the massive roar, running behind the thickest tree he could find, and trying to peek out from behind it to figure out who the mysterious roaring lady was, and why she sounded so dang angry. Gulping, Magnus started slowly trying to approach her, unaware of the figures in the nearby treetops, or those on the roof. He assumed the ones near the guild house were there to talk to Bart about...something. The minotaur was completely oblivious to the danger around him, clutching a gaggle of slain birds by their feet, still bloodied axe in the other hand. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7EZFS7c.png[/img][/center] [@PaulHaynek] A9A9A9 Nephele didn't believe Ian for a single second as she carried him, setting him down only a little roughly, by dropping him onto his feet. Then, what followed could only be described as Nephele making a face that visibly displayed the amount of brain cells she had lost dealing with Ian. A completely neutral expression, with her jaw hung slightly open, enough that it looked like she had something to say, but was too unsure of her own sanity to gauge if she could. Her eyes were clouded as she looked at his arms, desperately wanting to tear them off, but also wondering if this meant Ian was smarter than a wood chipper, against her previous assessment... No, he was perfectly suited as wood chipper food. Simply holding her hand out for the gold he offered, Nephele kept her professional pride intact and took in a deep, deep breath, clutching the coin sack in her hand before breathing out through her nose. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Thank you. For your...patronage."[/b][/color] she said quietly, walking away, and, finding a decently sized rock on the way back to town, swiped her hand across it, making a series of five massive gashes in its surface before she continued walking, not wanting to indulge another MOMENT of Ian's idiocy. [color=A9A9A9][i]"Aaaaaaah, its fine, Nephele, its fine...just ignore any jobs from him later, just ignore...just IGNORE the brainless chicken man, he has paid, and you are free."[/i][/color] she thought to herself, an elated smile crossing her lips as she broke into a run to get back to the guild, cradling the sack of golden coins in her hands. Anybody that passed her by would think she just got done working a job with long hours and minimal reward save for her sanity remaining intact at the day's end...which was barely true. Ian probably couldn't count on further help from Nephele in the future... [hr] In her return to the guild, Nephele was quick to rush to her and Neil's shared dorm room, trying to find something suitable and dry to wear. Having been dunked in a river, as well as having to fight a gigantic Varjan brute of some sort, she was in desperate need of a wash for her dress. Just as she got to rummaging through Neil's stuff however, she heard a deafening roar from outside, and poked her head out of the room's window to look at what made that noise. It sounded...draconic somewhat, but...distorted. Like an entirely different breed of powerful monster.