[center][h3][u]Feral Cove, Near Ayer and Paric's Landing[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 9:49 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Slowly, Dannisus reached for his pouch as Paric began to go on about alcohol. To let these buffoons tag along with him was to invite mayhem into his life. One seemed like he would crumble in the wake of a strong breeze, while the other was pleading for [i]alcohol[/i] within minutes of landing ashore. He thought about it for a moment. They offered to help him, but neither Paric nor Ayer seemed capable of defending themselves from the crustaceans at their feet, let alone a fully grown [b]Omphin[/b]. Any sane Man would have surely disregarded them with a pleasant 'No'. Dannisus had another idea though.

	"I'll be blunt. You two seem incompetent. Men like you that spend time outside Nation walls don't last very long, and I'm not keen on babysitting," Dannisus muttered just loudly enough for the two men to hear whilst rummaging through his pouch, "But I can't exactly stop you from following me around. The least I can do is slow my pace. If you're set on accompanying me, you may do so." The Myti pulled out a minuscule flask - so small than it barely fit in the palm of his hand - and tossed it towards Paric. It had a little bit of Alcohol in it. It was just enough to get the tiny Myti inebriated, but how well it would work on Paric was unclear. "My price is not your aid, but rather, your knowledge. Assuming you two survive, I would like to take a long look at your contraption once we return to Leias," he announced, pointing to Wax Jury casually. Dannisus offered the two [i]boat men[/i] his most sincere smile. "It wouldn't sit well with my conscience to leave you two behind, knowing your predicament."

	Of course, he was lying through his teeth. Dannisus didn't care about Paric or Ayer at all. He could leave them to parish and sleep through the night with no issue at all. What he couldn't ignore was the man's contraption. If he were a more sinister man, the anxious little researcher would have killed them both without a second thought. But despite his indifference towards their fate, he was not going to murder a couple of innocent travelers to fuel his curiosity.

	If they died on accident though, that wouldn't be his fault.

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

	Flin's followup left the Myti with a bolt stuck firmly in her leg. By then however, she had already been immobilized. The woman whipped her head towards Flin's direction and hissed through the winds with vicious intent. Her injuries, paired with the traps below her, wouldn't allow for such aggression to take form. Noru reached for Ell and shook her shoulder gently.

	"Good work, leave her be," he urged the Druid, "Please."

[center][h3][u]Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 11:06 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	The force he faced was unlike anything he'd dealt with before. Paladins did not possess any ability to enhance their strength, and elemental mages in Arcadia rarely reached this level of mastery or force with their arcane manipulation. Blake pushed the handle of his hammer forward and dug his hammer's head into the ground to use it as an anchor. In this position he couldn't move freely without risking damage to his legs. In the wake of Rem's magic, the giant man faced multiple moments of near helplessness. Ordinarily he would be angry with himself for making such blatant errors, but this was not a result of his own mistakes. Blake rose his head slowly to meet Rem's gaze in spite of the wind battering his eyelids. His lips curled into a tight, compact smile. A different smile from earlier. This was a new and [i]exhilarating[/i] experience. He was so used to plowing through foes with the aid of his magical artifact, using little to no effort. It was unnecessary and ill advised to exert his body to dispose of weaklings. But perhaps [i]just perhaps,[/i] it would be perfectly reasonable for him to [i]let loose[/i] for this divine [i]asshole.[/i]

[center][h3][u]Leias, Kolo's Bobbet Stand[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 5:47 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Kolo's brow shot up, but it shouldn't have been a surprise. "Right, you're not a local. Myundane, it's slang for people who can't use magic 'round here. Myundane, like the common tongue, [i]mundane.[/i]" The woman looked down at Ryio's arm, a little embarrassed by her culture's habits. "It's not meandt to be taken assa insuldt. Mydi are jud' a liddle unakwainted wid non-madgikul people." Kolo briefly blew her nose again before meeting Ryio's eager eyes with a sickening sigh. "But, ah. It's not important. The girl you're looking for goes by [b]Lannissa[/b]. I'm sorry to say that she's currently out of town, looking for her [i]stupid brother.[/i] But she should be back in a few days, at most." Kolo looked past Ryio for a moment, longing for somebody to stop by and [i]buy something.[/i] It was already pretty late in the day though. Even if she didn't have a human at her stall, business wouldn't have been too good with most people already fed. "I don't think that solves your [i]now[/i] problem, though."