[hr][center][@Zverda] [color=thistle]Anala Attor[/color][/center][hr]What was that incessant flapping noise? Surely birds weren't following them so closely? Taking the time to look around her as they road towards the village, Anala noticed at least three Conspiracies of Ravens following them. Narrowing her eyes at them, she studied them for a moment before sending out three quick bolts of fire in an attempt to scare them away. Her first and last attempt managed a scattering, but it was her second attempt that had greatly diminished the group directly behind them. [color=thistle]"I don't like being watched,"[/color] she muttered, Sebastian nodding his approval over his Mistress's actions towards the birds, [color=thistle]"You might want to watch out for the Ravens around us. They don't seem completely normal."[/color]

[hr][center][@Hekazu] [color=tan]The Unnamable[/color][/center][hr]The man with no spoken name had been hanging back after the first moments through the gate, with most of the fellow travellers giving them the silent treatment. Whatever Markus had meant by the mist coming he had not quite understood. Mist was always there, a phenomenon that followed when the amount of humidity in the air got to a certain point. Unpleasant to travel in to be sure, but... well, perhaps he had simply wanted no more difficulties to their journey. The man could not be blamed for that sort of thing, especially not after the fight they had already had to endure outside of the gates guarded by the statues with no heads.

With the lack of attention from others, the puppeteer had fallen to the back ranks of their small entourage and taken out again the letter that had been stashed under one's coat in the aftermath of the combat between them and the wolves. Three pieces of parchment revealed themselves from the grasp of the sealed envelope and had been inspected with relative haste before the three firebolts from the marked woman's fingers flew forth. These items, as well as the puppet, were swiftly pressed against the chest of the man handling them as they ducked lower, protecting them from any harm.

Once the bombardment was over and one dared rise again, a new piece of information entered the game. Ravens were the bats of this realm. That one should keep in mind indeed, spies in service to others did no good to secrecy that would be healthy to maintain. A thankful nod was directed the way of the magic wielding woman and two of the papers were stashed back into the envelope they had come from. The last one George kept within his grasp, and the bug horse carrying it picked up some speed, carrying their burden closer to the center of the group.

[color=tan]"George would like to present the map of the village to you, yes he would. What would you do without him? There are many things he found out that most would have missed, but this is what is most pressing at this time",[/color] the puppeteer explained the intent of the gesturing doll, who was waving the one parchment that had been kept in view, though it remained close to the handler at all times.

[hr][center][@Lady Selune] [color=darkmagenta]Mhyrienne – The Mildly Suspicious[/color][/center][hr]The battle was over. Wolves and that... Howler... She shuddered a little in memory of a time when she had had less blades on her own side to fend off those teeth and infernal noises, and shook out her body a little, only realizing something was wrong when she saw the armored non-human... Talran was his name, if she recalled correctly, step over to her.

She had a gash on her leg. Unfortunate. Not a lot of blood, but in the heat of battle she had barely noticed the creature slashing at her until it had been too late. Perhaps worse, it had ruined her clothes somewhat. Oh well. Raising a hand in appreciation of him, she saw a glow of light and the pain fade.

It was an odd experience seeing her own flesh knit itself back together, but when his ministrations were done, she received the question of names. Was it wise to give him her true name? She disguised it so well... Perhaps, and yet perhaps not. In the end, she had to decide, offering as much of a curtsy as one could when mounted. [color=darkmagenta]"Call me, Mhyrienne. A scholar of the arcane."[/color] A faint smile played across her lips, but it was clear that it was for show even from the short amount of time it was there, her expression changing to one far more neutral in but a minute.

Not only that, but there was the newcomer. Lady Anala. She seemed to be as much of a threat here as any other individual, but a threat that would require monitoring. Especially since she had her own steed, and that... Well, of all places, she was here. Poor omens all around.

With the other man talking to his puppet, and the instruction for them to ride on, ride on, that was exactly what the elf committed herself to. The gates swung open with an awful screech, and she felt like she was passing through a strait as she galloped through them, the doors closing themselves once more with a slight [i]boom.[/i] 

Truly there was no turning back now.

Road to road, to road to village. She knew where they were, even if she did not wish to be here. Before she could speak, the puppeteer saw fit to open his mouth again and speak to the damned construction- something which she already had nothing but hate for. Still... a map...[hr]