[center][h3][u]Feral Cove, Near Ayer and Paric's Landing[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 9:47 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Dannisus opened his mouth several times to try an interrupt Ayer's stream of conscious thought, but would always get cut off just before he could speak. Each time it happened, the Myti's expression grew more and [i]more[/i] sour. [i]'idiot'[/i] he thought, [i]'shut up for one second.'[/i] When Ayer flourished his little contraption, Dani's eyes twitched with curiosity. He slowly began to pull his Feral arms back so that they rested on top of his forearms snugly. It was times like these when he would have to exercise a [i]great deal[/i] of patience for the sake of his image. It was becoming harder and hard to stop himself from telling Ayer to [i]shut the hell up,[/i] though. He glanced at the Eldi for just a moment and sighed. Thankfully he wasn't nearly as talkative as his overtly excited little friend.

	But that one comment.

	[i]'my cute little fake-primate'[/i]

	"[b]What[/b]?" Dannisus snapped with narrowed eyes. His right hand instinctively reached towards the opposite shoulder, going for the handle of a blade that was well-hidden behind his back. He stopped himself and lowered his hand with an [i]excruciating [/i]sigh that threatened to uproot his self worth right then and there. His lips curled into a sarcastic half-smile, but he remained tense. "Ah, ehm... You two aren't familiar with the Myti, are you?" He reached up and scratched the side of his head. [i]"Probably not well versed with speech in general,"[/i] he quipped quietly to himself, "In any case, you may want to save your [i]requests[/i] until after a formal introduction. We aren't uncivilized... Primates. I wouldn't want to be treated any differently than you might treat [i]that one."[/i] Dannisus lowered his index finger from his face and pointed at Paric. "But, to answer one of your questions, I am in fact [i]a traveler.[/i]" The Myti stood in place and crossed his arms whilst whipping his hairless tail back and fourth. Close up, his features were much clearer. Burn marks ran up the length of his tail, and there was a clear slit in his left ear that ran half-way down its center. Even his attire was peculiar for a traveler. He didn't wear any form of armor as all. Not even [i]leather padding,[/i] a common lightweight form of defense for Myti travelers. Instead, his upper body was covered in straps that held various tools, including the sword on his back, and a couple of knives that were held tightly in front of his chest over each pectoral muscle. His pants, or rather [i]shorts,[/i] were similar in fashion, with an intricate belt holding various utilities and a pouch that hung from his hip. A vague outline of his bag poked out from his right side behind his armpit, but Dannisus didn't seem too concerned about concealing anything on his person. That's just how it turned out.

[center][h3][u]Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 11:05 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Blake hopped up onto a raising ledge as the ground became uneven, pausing in shock when he realized that the next jump was far too treacherous to make without thinking. He stopped there, and turned back towards where Rem stood in the darkness that covered them. This was not normal magic. The move the earth so viciously was a feat that no normal mage could achieve without expending an unprecedented amount of Mana. Even so, it was too [i]precise[/i] to be a result of any common magic he'd even seen. This had to be the work of something [i]divine.[/i] Blake smiled to himself and clutched his hammer tightly. Just then, the sharp stones from below crashed against his armored leggings, piercing deep enough to draw blood from his left thigh. He ignored the pain and lurched back towards Rem, jumping towards the next-highest platform between them and landing with a heavy thud. Without stopping, he charged again and leaped directly at the druid with his hammer held overhead. Mana swelled inside of the powerful artifact as he brought it down towards Rem with a great deal of force, combining the might he'd gained from his magic, and the momentum of his downwards fall to crush his target in one deadly, and [i]explosive[/i] strike.

	Zay and Neal turned to witness Rem's feat, quickly splitting up and leaving Bart to struggle in the aftermath of his attack. They already knew it was probably a bad idea to get in Rem's path, even if they had some Mana to spare. Returning to the cart where Lyullia remained was a better idea. Neither of them shot an order towards Pyra, though. They hoped that in the heat of the moment, he'd know what to do.

[center][h3][u]Baeshri Hills, West of Centaurus[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 10:42 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Hyo ignored her apparent ally's call, immediately disregarding it as some sort of faint. Not only did her fellow sisters only communicate through [i]psy-stones[/i], but Sasha took off in the opposite direction. But it wouldn't matter either way. She felt something strike the side of her head, skirting past her ears and making he flinch in pain. It wasn't nearly enough to seriously injure her, but with her feet sinking into the ground, it wouldn't matter. She pulled one foot free before it could be trapped, but felt the earth surrounding her entire right thigh. As a result, she dropped Daelin to the ground and focused all of he efforts on freeing her leg. But with her repertoire of magic, it seemed impossible. With the wind keeping her from tossing anything at the people that caught her, Hyo went silent and still, waiting patiently for her next moment to strike.

	If she'd been able to foresee the Druid's presence, this might have gone [i]much differently.[/i]

[center][h3][u]Northern Marrenfall, Gybol's Cafe[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 11:08 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Richard began to stow his trinkets away slowly, organizing them one after the other as Gybol expressed his doubts.

	"It is as you say. Unfortunately, I have little to offer you that would not put you in custody. My artifacts are all [i]very[/i] illegal in these wretched suburbs. But I can prove my status." Richard pushed himself away from the counter and stood up, placing a simple stopwatch on the tray that his empty bowl still sat upon. "A splendid coincidence, I'd say, that one of our projects is seeing light tonight. When that timer ticks to zero, you'll know that I'm not just some silly old man looking to trick [i]cafe[/i] owners in his spare time. Likewise, I am not a man [i]predisposed[/i] to violence, Gybol. I would prefer to bargain than resort to dirtier means." Richard turned away from the cafe owner and scouted the streets carefully. "You may cast your doubt as you please. But it would not be in your best interest to refrain from meeting with me a second time. I am [i]old[/i], but some men hold no stakes in the power of mana to force their wills on others." With those last words, he quickly shuffled towards the exit, placing his hat back on his head. It would be any moment before the guards arrived, surely. He stopped and turned back to Gybol one last time with a smile. "My honesty is a kindness. It is the same kindness you have paid me now. The town guards are [i]not[/i] honest men. I would not place my trust in them, if I were you." The door swung open with a heavy push, and Richard retreated as quickly and inconspicuously as an old man could with a choir of coughs.

	In the same moment as Richard turned the cafe's corner, Nina appeared from the opposite corner with a few men who were clad in formal attire. Marrenfall's Suburbs were usually overlooked by men and women dressed in a rough fashion with brown and blue patterns sewn into their jackets. They didn't use magic at all, to further enforce the city's atmosphere, but it was not wise to pick a fight with the [b]MSPD.[/b] The door swung open again, but Nina was surprised to see that Gybol was alone. The three men behind her seemed equally disturbed, and infinitely more impatient.

	"Where'd he go, boss?"

[center][h3][u]Leias, Kolo's Bobbet Stand[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 5:46 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	The stand was sturdy enough that Kolo had no worry for its possible destruction. Plenty of travelers and local Myti were pushed aside by impatient [i]twats[/i], often into structures that seemed fragile. Kolo prepared for it in advance though! Behind the counter, her craftsmanship shined through thick slabs of hardwood that were native to Leias' surrounding jungles. It would support the full weight of a Lok'Sha... Assuming they weren't intent on smashing her place of work.

	The person who'd pushed Ryio aside payed her no heed afterwards, heading down the path towards the east. She didn't go far, though, immediately taking a sharp towards towards a nearby tree near Boa's Baubles, and quickly scaling its trunk towards the treetops. She seemed in a hurry. Kolo didn't pay her any mind, but was awfully concerned about this little human. She seemed like the type to collapse and die in the streets. Beggars weren't common in Leias but for her to fall to such a low would be pretty [i]disappointing[/i]. Still, for a lady who seemed keen on working, it was strange to see her on the ground. Humans that couldn't make the climb would end up leaving the Myti capitol in a manner of days if they couldn't find a winch or some other form of help in the Nation.

	"Miss," Kolo called out one last time, "If yoor lookin' for a way up high, I might know a woman who can he... Hel-he-hEYACHOO!" Kolo's entire body shook as she sneezed, and she blew her nose once again. "I might know a lady who can help. But she doesn't deal with kits or [b]myundanes[/b]."