[center][h3][u]Smor'Gen'Blok's Lower Tunnels, Kul Hearthsite[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 10:22 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Za'Kul's words were not met with any objection. A few Wor stayed behind with the men who tried to stop his progression, while nearly everyone else trusted his words and followed the Kul Tribesmen without a second though. As they progressed, some of their pathways were blocked. Za'Kul knew the Lower tunnels, but the fastest way back to his tribe was no longer accessible. It forced him and his new group to take a few roundabout tunnels. They passed through a few low tribes on their way down, but were not stopped as long as they kept to the public paths. Some of the caved-in tunnels underneath Wor had been coated in dried blood. At one point, one of the Lok'Sha could have sworn they saw the outline of a [i]shoulder[/i] hidden beneath the rocks. It was a horrific trip, but eventually, they were able to reach Za'Kul's home, where Ju'Kul and his father were waiting patiently for his return.

	Ju'Kul raised his head and smiled, but his expression went blank when he saw many Wor tribesmen following him into the caverns. Several of the Kul gathered nearby and stared as they stepped across the dark cave. Za'Kul's father was still sitting by the hearthstone, granting it mana as they entered the cave.

[center][h3][u]Nillium Encampment, The Burroughs[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 9:25 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Paric and Ayer's descent towards the small boat went off without a hitch. It was a little treacherous to be climbing down the slippery wooden poled that supported the dock, but with the aid of both the nails lining the pole, and the thick ropes that kept the ships in place nearby, they were able to make it down unscathed, and unnoticed. By the time they reached the boat, a few guards were addressing their Captain. The Fang was scheduled to leave port that night, but with the ruckus that Ayer stirred with his recent escape, plans were pushed back. Now they were mean to leave at sunrise, but Julius was a few leaves too deep into his little hobby to care.

	"Yeah, yeah. Check it again. Check again and then tell me when you've checked it. One more time." The men around Julius looked at each other in dismay. They'd checked the Arcane reactor ten times in the past four hours. It was usually common practice to triple-check those massive mana batteries, but with nothing else to do aside from keeping an eye out, Julius decided it was best to be extra safe. Of course, commanding his men to perform back-to-back safety checks was keeping them from their duties to [i]look over the boardwalk.[/i] The Captains of Nillium, despite their fearsome capabilities, were largely [i]inadequate in properly performing their duties.[/i] Henry and the Don were the only two keeping things in order around the small town. But both men were no where near the two escaping fugitives so late in the night. Don was busy with his own personal tasks, and Henry was still searching the mainland like a loyal hound.

	They has successfully escaped mainland, and not a moment too soon...

[center][h3][u]The Lum Channel, One KM from Nillium's Docks[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 9:32 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Lum's open waters were often calmer during the evening and late night. [b]Nillium Sharks[/b] wouldn't surface to feed until at least 4 in the afternoon usually, and some of the larger aquatic creatures kept to themselves unless provoked by the uneducated fishermen. The Nilliums had learned this the [i]hard way[/i] in the past, but it was common knowledge to all practiced fishermen that one should [b]not[/b] go poking around in open waters carelessly. Colossal beasts were far too common, and without any land to stand on, small vessels were practically floating [i]snacks[/i] for them. Paric and Ayer were fortunate to be out in the beginning of summer. The weather would be calm for weeks to come. Unfortunately for them, they were still technically in Nillium territory. A significant portion of the [b]Lum Channel[/b] was under the gang's control in the east, but going too far west would put the men in Brephio territory. 

	If they could navigate their way to mainland without getting spotted by the ships headed back to Nillium from their outpost on [b]Barlo Island,[/b] it would be a clean shot straight through the forest, in theory.

	Assuming they didn't get [i]eaten[/i] on the way through, that is.


[center][h3][u]Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 10:31 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Noru followed after Daelin as he lead the way, keeping an eye on Ellorei, or [i]Ell[/i] as she preferred, as she stepped in front of him. He knew a great deal about the Druids, and their tendency towards neutrality and kindness above all else. But even within the ranks of those who loved nature, there were [i]rotten roots.[/i] Druids were the source of many a conflict in the north. Conflicts that were rarely recorded in the history books. Although he'd never met a Druid personally, there was a creeping suspicion lingering in the back of his mind that these two were a little too coincidental to have arrived when they were down and our of luck.

	But perhaps their luck was in fact, just [i]that good.[/i]

[center][h3][u]Berganfont, Lilith's Keg[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 9:02 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Lilith didn't respond to Shane straight away. Something else was on here mind. With two kids to take care of, and an unpredictable source of income, there was always something on her mind. But she was usually an expert at hiding her woes behind a smile. Today was a little different. She scrubbed the already-shining bar top and glanced at Shane. Her hands stopped and she torqued her neck to the side. "Yeah," She mumbled, "Weather's been nice for a while." Her hand revved back into motion without a second thought as her focused drifted away from Shane. It crossed her mind that she'd been the one to invite him over to the bar. It was a reflex, mostly. Lilith liked to keep her customers in a good mood, and she knew a lot of them came by [i]just[/i] to talk with her. But the air was thicker today. Something about it made it hard to breath. At least, that's how she felt. It was all in her head.

	After an uncomfortable pause, she stopped rubbing the counter and put both hands on her hips with a triumphant little nod. "Right, there's a well cleaned counter," she said quietly with an awkward little twitch in her eyes. She looked at Shane and smiled. "How's business for you, Shane? [b]Jim [/b]been paying well?" She looked past him at the doorway every few seconds with a nervous glint in her eye. "He's a stingy bastard."

[center][h3][u]Berganfont, High House Plaza[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 9:01 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	"That's enough," [b]Guardswoman Miatha[/b] hissed, clutching a little boy's forearm in her paw with a [i]vice grip[/i]. Little [b]Matthew [/b]cried out in objection at his apprehension, struggling in the Myti's grip with all of his might. The little Eldi boy was absolutely furious. "Stop it!" Miatha suddenly yanked on his arm with a great deal of force, lifting him off the ground for a second and dropping him again. His knees hit the pavement and he went limp for a few seconds before regaining his footing and stumbling along. "I'm not putting up with this anymore. You're going to the Cathedral. They'll teach you not to [i]steal[/i] from the-" Suddenly Matthew bit into Miatha's furry hand and tore into her flesh. The woman's cat-like yowl erupted across the entire plaza, catching many eyes. But when she pulled her hand up to inspect the injury, her prisoner was free to bolt his way to freedom towards the bridge that lead to Berganfont's Low Houses. She didn't chase after him, but stood her ground with an angry snarl as blood dripped from her index finger. "If I see you again, I'm putting you in [b]handcuffs[/b] Matty!" Matthew ignored her threat and rose his middle finger behind him as he darted off.

	"Try it [b]furball[/b]!"

	Miatha really hated that kid.