"There are many forces in the Southlands that are of dark origin." Calanon said, looking very much the weathered veteran of many battles, despite his apparent youth. Elves were often like that, of course. He tested the strength of his bow string by running his finger over the material as he spoke, his keen eyes falling back to the party. "The Mantiraus is not unknown to these lands, though I am not familiar with this region. I don't believe the Dorcha would have had anything to do with it, even if it is a powerful beast of magical creation." 

Argon looked at the monster's corpse, blinking. "I shall ssssee if it hassss the taint." he whispered, and began to devour a part of the dead monster's flesh with his razor sharp teeth. The group would see the body moving faintly before Argon raised his head via his lengthened neck and had some of its flesh in his mouth, which he promptly slide down his gullet like a monitor lizard. The bulge of the flesh going down his throat was like a rolling wave. 

"I taste not the taint of Dark Elvesssss." He said. Though whether Argon had any real expertise on the matter was up to investigation. Calanon hopped back atop Brogach, rearing the Elk into a tight turn as he found his heading to leave the clearing. "Let us continue our patrol, and I shall follow your lead and scout. But I am afraid we would do little more than knock upon the door of sleeping things that are better off being undisturbed." 
[hr] 
Beren stepped outside into the sun, warming himself on the front porch of the tavern with the Southern heat permeating off both the sky and the earth beneath his feet. He sat down on the creaking wood, resting his feet on the steps as he lounged, much like a hound dog that had appointed itself on watch duty without having asked anyone. 

Aeryn stepped outside as well. Somehow, she was agile enough not to stumble while still giving off the vibe that she had, in fact, stumbled. And she asked Beren on what she liked to do, echoing Settione's question. For the Priest's part, he had stepped outside as well, their drinks having been consumed. It seemed as though Aeryn had either gulped hers down too quickly, or she was simply not used to surface brew. She looked to be thinking about something deeply, trying to remember things she had locked away long ago. 

"I'm not sure," Beren said lightly, with a smile. The muscled Monk gave Settione a wink as he spoke to Aeryn, and then continued. "I can show you a few things I like to do. Here, have a seat." He bade Aeryn, patting the wood beside him and hopping up. He stepped forward and rolled his left arm to stretch it. He unstrapped his bo staff and planted it on the ground firmly, closing his eyes and controlling his breathing. 

Slowly, he spaced both of his hands shoulder width apart as they held the pole, and then suddenly he reached up with his bottom hand to place it near the top. His feet were also no longer planted on the ground. After a moment, his other hand placed its palm atop the pole, and he lifted his entire body atop the pole to balance (only lightly wobbling) atop the pole, upside down above the ground. He breathed again, and slowly moved his left hand outward, only using his right hand to keep himself up. 

He was doing it to just entertain Aeryn, though it was good exercise and practice as well. Meanwhile, Settione would feel a slight pulsating from his Fineki pendant, giving off an otherworldy feeling of faint anxiety from it.
[hr] 
Inside the barracks, now a makeshift healer's tent, Ursaren would quickly see that the greatest adversary the seven men and three woman had was disease. There were only two people wounded in the flesh, and it was a man and a lad and both were from accidents with the new iron tools that had been forged to better help them make the palisade walls. The diseases were rudimentary, though definitely dangerous if left unchecked. The female nurse, a plump woman in gown wearing the sign of the Goddess Galena, shimmied around and told him that any herbs he might need were in the third shelf above the counter where the grool would be. 
[@Mortarion][@Gardevoiran][@BCTheEntity][@Fetzen][@Stormflyx][@The Fated Fallen]