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[color=Palegreen]Time[/color]: Dawn
[color=Lightblue]Location[/color]: The road Northwest to Moonelf village
[color=Palegreen]Interactions[/color]: [@Jamesyco]
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Fintan was well on his way to the Moonelf village, his unexpected traveling companion sitting contently between the hay of his cart. The farmer simply smiled, wondering to himself what this young faun was doing all by himself on the great roads of Avalia. On his back he saw a well crafted wooden lyre, perhaps he was an artisan of sorts, a music maker. The road was getting bumpy and once every while, the cart made a jump, causing Ilan to lose track of his weaving with a surprised squeal. It was getting to a point where weaving was getting too much of a hassle so he stopped. He'd already made one to store the peaches he gave to Fintan. The faun was about to strike up conversation with the kind farmer when an enormous skeletal illusion appeared in the once clear and peaceful skies. It was their unrighteous king Alkenroth.

Once he got over his initial fright he listened to the words of the Lich King with wide and fearful eyes. He could not believe what he was hearing. Humans in Avalia.....
The dreaded figure disappeared as soon as it was done with its message. Ilan's mind was reeling. What did this all mean? He knew that at any moment Avalia could fall into war. His grandmother always warned him, prepared him for the possibility of needing to one day fight for his life. Ilan just hoped a hero would rise somewhere, raise an army and save everyone, just like the storybooks. Humans were being hunted, how terrible. He'd never seen one before, and from the stories he gathered they could be both good or evil. But Ilan did know one thing, Alkenroth was the evil he knew existed. He had to be stopped somehow. If the Lich King wanted the humans gone, he was probably threatened by them. What other reason could there be?

Fintan had stopped the cart and looked over his shoulder checking to make sure Ilan was still there. The faun seemed to want to bolt at the first sign of danger. 
[color=gray]"Are you alright..?"[/color] The farmer looked concerned, not just with the wellbeing of his companion, but also with the news they had just received. Ilan simply nodded, momentarily at a loss for words. 

They continued onwards in silence, both demi humans not knowing what to say to one another. Each lost in their own thoughts. A little ways up ahead, something large and metal was blocking the road. Fintan pulled on the reins, stopping the cart.
[color=gray]"Hoo...there boy...easy now."[/color] The horse snorted in protest at being halted again. Fintan grabbed his sickle, it being the only sort of weapon he owned. He jumped off the cart and motioned at Ilan to stay still and be silent, lifting a finger towards his mouth and pointing at the large metal construction. Neither Fintan nor Ilan had ever seen something like this before. 

Ilan nodded again, looking around anxiously. He was mapping out his escape routes, if he needed to run. He kept his eyes fixated on Fintans back, his hands clutching the straw nervously. The farmer tapped on the metal shell of the turret with the sickle. Nothing seemed to happen....

He gazed back at Ilan with a questioning look. Fintan scratched the back of his head, not really knowing what to do. It looked some sort of weapon, but he didn't get the feeling it was dangerous at this moment. Ilan had cautiously made his way over the Fintan, taking very careful, calculated steps. As Ilan got closer, he felt his stomach turn with nerves. He let out a soft sight, trying to calm himself. 

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He asked, pointing at the turret cautiously. 

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