[center][h3]Ethan[/h3][/center]

Crack.

Smash.

The sling had failed to throw the stone, as the goblin closed the distance rather quickly. Not that it mattered; at these ranges a loaded sling merely became a crude flail as the stone smashed into the goblin’s ear, causing it to bleed and for the gremlin to grown in annoyance at the buzzing. But as he turned to swing his wicked cudgel at Ethan fire struck him in the eyes. Blinded the goblin swung wildly, but none of these blows would come close to harming Ethan. In its blind panic it through to charge only for it to fall off the roof and to its death. The creature had tried to catch itself with his arm, but all he accomplished was shattering it in three places into a mangled mess. Fortunately for it, once his face struck the ground the pain stopped.

Two more cries in the distance, but only one sounded like a goblin. It would take Ethan some time to get there on foot, but perhaps if his exhausted and beaten body could muster up the courage, he may possibly find a short cut running across the closer buildings.

[@Searat]

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[center][h3]Antaeus[/h3][/center]

The orc and Antaeus ran as quickly as they could to Maeda’s cottage, which was just a short walk away from her school. As they waited for a response the orc seemed calmer now that they weren’t in the forest, but he was still appropriately concerned for the girls wellbeing. Upon being asked who he was the orc shook his head. [color=00a651]”Nah, I don’t know her. I was jus’ huntin’ fer herbs in da woods when I heard da ruckus. Thought it might’ve been one of da locals an dats when I saw ya scraping wif dat big buck. Names Katalmach by da by.”[/color] His dialec was similar to the orcs at the mine, though his accent made it obvious to Antaeus that this orc, Katalmach, was not a local. Antaeus has only heard somewhat similar accents by the occasional caravan guards, usually the ones in chainmail with great beards and simple yet mighty axes.

Not long after Antaeus knocked the door opened, revealing Maeda wearing a shawl. It appeared that she had indeed been sleeping. However she looked at The wounded silver haired girl and whispered some words in a strange Fae language. A soft green mist flew from Maeda’s mouth and surrounded the girl as some of her more serious injuries began to fade. [color=goldenrod]”Bring her inside, quick. Put her on my couch.”[/color] 

Maeda opened the door to lead the two young men into her living room. She cleared the way towards a large wood and silk couch, with various pillows propped up for comfort. While Antaeus likely doesn’t have the time to fully appreciate the decor, Maeda house was quite well furnished compared to his own, with book shelves, tapestries, and even paintings hung up. Though it was also very cluttered with clothing, thread, and times scattered about. Frankly, the miner barracks looked more organized.

[@Zeroth]