[center][h3][u]Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus[/u]
10:04 PM[/h3][/center]

	Daelin's bluff didn't do much to dissuade the assassin. She offered him a small smile and brought her nail even closer to Pyra's throat. He wasn't going to disregard his ally! What kind of Caravan would run itself with such reprehensible morals? She took a step back and growled. She didn't consider the smell of metal around Daelin's waste to be anything more than a dagger or some other sort of concealed weapon, and prepared herself to parry with her free hand, just in case. But when Daelin rose the spray can, she wasn't prepared to deal with a face-full of monster-strength mace. Her eyes narrowed and all of her senses were overwhelmed by a sudden jolt. She threw Pyra forward and took a single step back, before back-flipping out of the Caravan and blindly charging away, towards the trench nearby.

	Noru glared at Flin and Pyra as they both approached the doorway. "Get them inside," Noru ordered, "Once everyone is safe, we can come up with a plan."

	"And your Captain?" Neal quipped. Noru didn't have an answer for him. He moved towards Lyullia's leg quietly and moved the fabric of her clothing so that he could feel for the fracture.

	"We can't risk moving without a [i]plan.[/i]" Noru didn't have to feel for long. Lyullia's injury was already obvious enough from her reaction, and the break was [i]clean.[/i] Using the liquid as his disposal, he placed it against her shin and slowly began to mend her wound. Neal grunted and rushed to the doorway.

	[sub]"Orders?"[/sub]

	Sasha stopped hard on her right foot and spun away from Zay. Without any delay, she hopped from the Caravan and landed hard on the trail below. 

	[sub]"Mission failed. Report to Nix"[/sub]

	Sprinting wildly, Sasha disappeared into the forest in a manner of seconds, Leaving Zay bewildered and unable to react as he approached the railing to shoot at her. By the time he raised his hand to conjure a metal shard, his armor began to give way. With the last of his safely accessible mana exhausted, he was in no condition to give chase - Not that he had any desire to. That Myti was something else. Most of them were frail, despite their almost [i]omnipotent[/i] senses. But that one? She was a [b]beastly[/b] creature.

[center][h3][u]Baeshri Hills, Lalifell[/u]
7:37 PM[/h3][/center]

	Not many knew of the settlement that sat in the patch of forest reaching out into Baeshri hills. Where the ground evened out, and the trees could realistically flourish, there sat a crudely walled-off grouping of no more than 700 people at most. It was not uncommon for some to branch off from the capitol Nations of Thoris, but it [i]was[/i] a rarity to see so few surviving in such a tightly packed space.

	Lalifell was surrounded by wooden spikes, tied closely together, leaned against one another, and buried part-way into the ground to make a hollow, triangular structure that surrounded the village. The top of these angled walls were protected by the sharpened edges of the wood, all of which were lined with a long-lasting poison, lethal to most creatures after only a scrape. Within the wall, there were men and women posted guard. Small gaps in the wood allowed them to peer out into the surrounding forest freely, while crude wooden devices of a magical nature acted as [i]alarms[/i] to alert the village if any dangers posed a thread to those inside. [b]Alarm Runes[/b], crude as they may be, were a fairly common creation in Marrenfall. The only reason that they'd seen little use elsewhere, was because they had the tendency to attract unwanted attention and cause unwarranted panic. Not only that, but with the overbearing usefulness and prominence of [i]Psy-Stones[/i], the more organized military in Nations like Arcadia and Kel had no need to concern the majority of its population with the danger of monster attacks. That was assuming anything could even penetrate their [i]titanic walls[/i] in the first place. Lalifell was not gifted with more then 50 inches of concrete. Their meek little fortress was all they had, and they were fortunate enough to have [i]that.[/i]

	At the only gateway into the village, several children congregated and waved to the watch-towers that overlooked Lalifell's entrance. A few men were standing guard, armed with bows. One of the men, an Eldi by the name of [b]Fio Blanche[/b], wielded an entirely different kind of contraption. It looked more like a spear, a weapon that held little usefulness when posted up high, but he held it like a massive crossbow with one hand firmly grasping the aqua-marine tip of the artifact. Fio was the first to notice the children's approach. 

	"Open," He whispered into the ear of his nearby compatriot. The man rose his hands and conjured a fair amount of arcane energy towards a series of pulleys and levers that operated the gate. Rows of wooden logs, tightly bound by rope and melded together in several placed with magic, all began to rise in unison, leaving a space for the children to quickly dart inside before it closed again. Fio sighed. "We will need to find out how they're getting out eventually," He murmured to himself. The man next to him rolled his eyes.