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Arriving back at the wagon, Renauld and Argen had been greeted by a skippy Katya. When the young priest threw that rock, the amount it bounced was easily twice as much as the young mage's average. So he thought. He actually didn't remember the last time he threw a rock like that. He just had a feeling that it was about twice as good as him. Still, rather than thrive in some bizarre self-hatred or smugness of being bested by a little girl, he gave a big thumbs up to Katya. He was happy for her.

Renauld was surprised. Ettamri was actually... nice? The names were wrong, sure, but it was a start. Perhaps it was Muu that brought out the worst in her. He was actually kind of liking being congratulated by such a polarizing figure. It made him think that she had a small change in heart, like she was warming up to them.

Then she called Katya 'Turnip' and his expectations crashed back to reality. Well, brief moments of platitudes were a nice change of pace. Ettamri called for them to go ahead, a proposition he wouldn't refuse, and check their gear. Renauld did just that. His 'gear' consisted of his single bag (which held all of its contents) and what he carried on him, so he had finished in no time at all. However, what caught his eye was the subtle change in the river's colour. Then, Argen squatting and trying to reach for something in that frigid, cold water.

[color=C69E6B]"...Something happened upstream."[/color]