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

	Ha'Kul and Ju'Kul exchanged a brief look. The chief nodded, and his larger friend quickly directed the newcomers towards the other end of the cave where a small patch of vacant space was available. Za'Kul's father kept one hand on the hearth as he spoke, while the Wor tribesmen followed Ju'Kul away from the two, leaving them alone to speak.

	"I dispatched many to tunnels below Wor tribe to find survivors," he said quietly, "None know who responsible for explosion. But definitely happen from beneath. Definitely sabotage from Low tribes." He paused and looked over the where Ju'Kul stood. "You do well to bring survivors... What of Wor'Boa and son?" He looked back to Za'Kul with worry in his eyes. "They alive?"

[center][h3][u]Baeshri Hills, West of Centaurus[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 10:41 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	[b]Hyo Loila[/b] clutched the handle of her dagger so tightly that the leather grip began to warp. As soon as Daelin stepped within range of the woman, she acted. It was a two-fold sneak attack from right in front of him, fired from the darkness as her body slowly faded into view.

	Hyo leaped at Daelin from a crouch, aiming the claws of her left hand to plunge into his left shoulder, while she thrust her dagger towards his chin from below, hoping to tackle him to the ground if her first strike was not a lethal blow. Noru noticed straight away, but didn't have any offensive options that he was willing to execute in that exact moment. He didn't bother calling out to warn him either. By the time he noticed the Myti from where he stood, it was already too late to say anything.

[center][h3][u]Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 11:01 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Blake's Venbu was unresponsive to Rem's call. With a smile, its rider stood up straight on top of the massive beast and pulled out his war hammer with both hands. For a human, he stood exceptionally tall and wide, with muscles that bulged from every part of his body. As soon as they were close enough to execute his plan, Blake kicked the back of [b]Crooked Jaw[/b], prompting him to skid to a halt, and launch the rider high into the air, above Rem and the Caravan. The men in the cart behind him, 3 in total, all jumped out a moment earlier. They were all equipped with similar blades and crossbows, but one of them wielded a strange staff that had a loop in its handle with a glimmering trigger placed within.

	When Rem warned Neal, he immediately stood to attention. Zay awoke in a daze, but didn't leave his bunk.

	"Wuh?" The captain mumbled. Neal slapped him a few times across the face until his eyes show open and the flailed the larger man's arm away. "What- Ow, [b]ow![/b] Ok, I'm up, I'm up!"

	"I think we're under attack," Neal grunted, snatching Zay's key and slamming the door shut, "Best leave it to him, but if things go awry, we need to retreat." Zay blinked. Under attack? Again? Retreat? On [i]foot?[/i] Leave it to him? Leave it to [i]who?[/i]

	"Uh...."

[center][h3][u]Berganfont, Lilith's Keg[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 9:04 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	"Myron's fine," Lilith grunted, "Looks like he's gonna get himself caught up in the Black Cathedral's higher politics or whatever. I don't want anything to do with that-" Lilith rubbed the counter top harder with each word, suddenly stopping and pulling her hand back, "ouch!" She'd hurt herself somehow. The woman looked at Shane and rolled her eyes, retreating into the back room.

	A few moments later, Peter hopped up on a step stool behind the bar, and carefully placed a plate of vegetables on the table.

	"Done!"

[center][h3][u]Berganfont, The Sewage Crevice[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 9:04 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Matthew lowered the pouch into his lap slowly, and wiped his face clean. Seeing Vizz was a surprise, but Matthew didn't react like most might've. He just listened, wide-eyed as Vizz went on about his haul. He looked down at his pouch, and then back at the weird little man in front of him before standing up. Matthew was taller than Vizz. Eldi were pretty tall, but this was pretty ridiculous. This little green guy spoke and acted like an adult. What's more, he tried to convince him to hand over in exchange for an escape! At first, the kid wasn't fooled for a second. He narrowed his eyes at the Gibu's hand and put his pouch behind his back. He didn't even [i]need [/i]help getting out of the crevice. He'd been down here plenty of times before! But if he wasn't mistaken, this creature before him was...

	"You're a greenie, aren't you?" He asked bluntly, disregarding most of Vizz's words and ignoring his offer at a handshake, "Like... Like the ones that steal from the Castelis? The greenies who keep taking potatoes! You're one of those, aren't you?"