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Killian clambered his way along the dimly lit forest path. His head was on a swivel as he slowly advanced. The last thing he wanted was to be in this godsforsaken forest, the place was filled with dangers and he wasn't exactly supposed to be here. Earlier, that night he had slipped out of bed and made his way to the forest, as per Zane's instructions, cautiously sneaking past any unforgiving lackeys of Catamount. Should he have been caught, they no doubt would have taken great enjoyment in punishing him for being out this late at night. 

He was skeptical of the invitation but he was growing desperate. Fighting Forest Vulcans for a sadistic dark guild wasn't really the way he wanted to go, and it was only a matter of time before one of the two took his life. He wanted  a way out, a way to get his life back on track and give Catamount what they deserved. Whether or not this was a trap, Killian decided he would see it through no matter what. 

He stepped into the clearing and caught sight of Zane and the other 5. A ragtag bunch to be sure, some he had sworn he had seen before but couldn't quite put his finger on it. At the very least, it didn't seem to be a trap. There were no Catamount mages ready to put his head on a spike, and that was as good a start for him if any. He gave a weak wave and then settled on the outside of the group, his arms crossed.[color=bab23e]"I hope this isn't all of us..."[/color]