[center][h3][u]Smor'Gen'Blok's Lower Tunnels, Kul Hearthsite[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 10:24 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	"Next for the Kul is to care for survivors. Once all dust settles, Lower and Low tunnels must be reconnected through aftermath of Wor's hearth. Monsters nest without hearth, nearest junction besides that above is hours away by foot." Ju'Kul nodded in agreement.

	"I will tend to Wor. Search parties should return any minute," Ju'Kul announced. Ha'Kul nodded to him.

	"Good news comes with them, I hope."

	Moments after Ju'Kul's comment, one of the search parties entered through a lower path. Five Lok'Sha in total, including the likes of [b]Mia'Lai[/b] and [b]Kul'O[/b], two of the Kul's most trusted warriors. But as they cross the dark recesses of the hearth site, it became clear that they weren't returning with good news. One of their women was missing an arm, with blood coating her entire left side. She stood resolute despite this. An arm could be grown back with aid from the appropriate soul magic as long as a Lok'Sha's soul remained in tact. Ha'Kul glanced at his son as they approached, immediately overcome with disappointment. Of course. When dealing with the powerful Lok'Sha of Smor'Gen'Blok, things could never be that simple.

	"Chieftain," Mia'Lai spoke, "One dead. One injured. Many Wor still alive in collapse. None willing to accept help. All willing to place blame with low tribes." Ha'Kul grunted and slapped the side of his fist against his thigh. Ju'Kul stopped half-way across the cave and walked back over to the chieftain. "We kill three, luckily. Two escape, one of them use soul to empower self. Encounter happen near [b]Low Jo Tribe's[/b] hearth site in [b]Lower Tunnels.[/b]"

	"Collapse not kill them all?" Ju'Kul grunted, "Unbelievable."

	"Not surprise," Ha'Kul grunted in return, "Wor warrior Resilient and stubborn. If what happen with Mia'Lai's group not simply fluke, many more survive, and lurk in Lower tunnels. All Low tribes in danger."

[center][h3][u]Feral Cove, Near Ayer and Paric's Landing[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 9:46 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Dannisus' expression was drained of all life as the men refused to acknowledge him as anything more than a primate. [i]Idiots. Completely idiots, the lot of them.[/i] The Myti latched one of his claw-grips into the bark of the tree and began to slide down into the dense overgrowth at its base, fully intent on approaching the two men and giving them a refresher course on his elegant people and their [i]defining features.[/i] Maybe a few [i]whacks to the head[/i] would improve their eyesight a little.

[center][h3][u]Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 11:04 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Blake sat still for a few moments, swatting away the nearby bugs until he heard the [i]explosion[/i] coming from where his cart was positioned. Even with a busted ear, it was obvious. But he didn't know [i]what[/i] had caused it. Regardless, he knew that it was something that needed to be taken care of. Without another second of delay, the massive man rose to his feet and charged across the path, ignoring Rem and heading straight for the two Captains. As he moved, he held his hammer high and unleashed a shock-wave of compressed mana to disperse the harmless dragonflies. 

	"Outta' my way!"

[center][h3][u]Berganfont, Lily's Keg[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 9:14 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Matthew paid little mind to the patrons of the Keg this early in the morning. It looked like there was only one guy present thus far. He wasn't one to steal from the Low-house patrons. They sure as hell didn't deserve to have their lives made any harder by self-centered thieves. That's why he would always go to the high houses! Those pompous assholes, [i]especially the priests of Shaidra,[/i] had tonnes of gold to spare. He ignored him and slowly made his way to the opposite side of the bar, where he hopped up onto one of the chairs and waited patiently for Lilith to come out and greet him. Even if she didn't think so, he thought of the woman as a sort of foster mother. Lilith kind of hated the kid either way. She was diametrically [i]opposed[/i] to thievery, otherwise she [i]wouldn't have opened this bar.[/i]
	When Matthew noticed Vizz's cloak enter the pub, he sighed at the Gibu's shameless greed. Hardly honorable of a thief to steal from the poor! Fortunately, the man he'd stolen from wasn't a drunk, or an idiot. Part of the Eldi wanted to vouch for Vizz, but this was bound to be a [i]hilarious show[/i] if he didn't interfere. How would he react to a greenie? Matthew's mouth curled into a sadistic smile before he even realized it.

	"What are you smiling at, Matthew?" Lilith asked as she approached the bar again with a sarcastic smile. Matthew's smile vanished and he spun his head towards the pub's owner. Without a second thought, he pulled his coin purse out, or rather [i]some old guy's coin purse,[/i] and splayed the contents on the bar. Lilith knew it already.

	"Food please!"

[center][h3][u]Leias[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 5:45 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	The owner of the stand stood out more than anything it sold. [b]Kolo Rio[/b] was a portly young woman - a trait very [i]uncommon[/i] among the Myti - with thick auburn fur and exceptionally [i]bloodshot[/i] eyes. Her ears were drooped, her nose twitched with a barely audible [i]sniffle[/i] every few seconds, and worst of all, her frown was [i]overbearing.[/i] But as soon as Ryio approached her, Kolo's features struggled to brighten. With a half-smile, she approached the edge of her little stall, but frowned again what it became clear that this human didn't want to [i]buy [/i]anything. Even worse, with a human taking up space in front of her stall, several potential customers that glanced in Kolo's general direction ended up passing her by. The stream of Myti and foreigners behind Kyio was irritating to behold.

	"Dud'it look like I'm[i]b[/i] offerin' woork, sweedie?" She groaned exclusively through her mouth. Her nose twitched and she hacked back a mouth full of phlegm. "Bid'niss in Bobbeds' id'nt vereh, good ri'de now. If yoor lookin' foor woork, de' treetops are yer best bed'." Kolo's ears shifted forward as she spoke, and she looked the young woman over. She narrowed her eyes and rose a silky napkin up to her nose. A few men and woman shoved past Kyio by accident as she stood in front of Kolo's, offering a gentle meow as apology. The human looked more helpless with every passing moment. Even the no-nonsense Bobbet merchant was starting to feel sorry for her. "Bud..." Kolo paused and blew [b]hard[/b] into the square of silk. "If your hungry, I've got some stale bobbets left over." With one hand, she reached under the stall's counter. Just then, and woman in dark robes [i]shoved[/i] Kyio towards the stall with a considerable amount of force, hissing something [i]indiscernible[/i] in Myti tongue.

	'мσνє, ℓιттℓє нуυмαη'