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[color=cyan]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Forest outside of Domoros
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Torvi [@Tae]
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Bowyn gave a small shudder as the stranger who would identify herself as Torvi briefly described the cruelty faced in her homeland. He thought of his own childhood with the other winter fae, the constant threat of the Dark Elves, and the people stolen from their homes. He knew he gave off this same hostility when he sober and, in this state of mind, he wished he could overcome that, but also knew ones the drugs wore off he would slowly forget the lessons he learned high in the forest. For a moment he lost himself in second of reflection until he heard the woman say his name aloud, startling him. She spoke softer now, easier to understand, and he forced himself to focus. He relaxed slightly as she had put her weapon away, relieved that a brutal death was no longer in sight. She had been alarmed by the lich’s message earlier, of course, that made sense, he put a sizable bounty on a human head after all. He tilted his head to the side as Torvi’s voice cracked and her sadness leaked from her eyes. 

[color=cyan]“I will not harm you.”[/color] Bowyn said, and seeing another overcome by pain and grief made the familiar tightness in his own chest take hold. Lost in a forest, alone and grieving; this was all too familiar to Bowyn. Was he to be her merlin? He had gone to the forests to avoid the humans and the disaster the surely brought with them only to find himself in the situation Boreas had suggested earlier. No doubt the bird was loving the irony in this but when facing someone in similar place he had once been, he founded it harder to turn his back on them. 

[color=lightcyan]“We could flee now, you were right the humans are dangerous. They don’t belong here.”[/color] Boreas offered, although he wanted Bowyn to make friends he did not want them to get the fairy killed. Bowyn tried to think, he did not want to get involved with conflict against Aklenroth, he knew all too well how such things ended, but thoughts were difficult and emotion overcame him. It had been a long time since Bowyn could feel empathy for another and the thought of leaving someone hurting to die alone in the woods seemed horribly cruel. 

[color=cyan]“No, we will do what we can to help.”[/color] He said, solemnly, glancing at Boreas, then back at Torvi. He found himself wondering how long it had been since he had ingested the skaula, it’s effects were waning slightly but he knew he still had a time before they were gone completely. He would be able to think better once they had worn off but for now, he was resigned to go with it, if the skaula wanted him to feel then it had a lesson to teach him. Avalia had led him to this human for a reason and although he knew he could not offer much help, a place to rest and an explanation of this world and the dangers here were something he could provide. [color=cyan]“There is no place truly safe for you here.”[/color] He said, telling the human the brutal truth. [color=cyan]“Our king, Aklenroth, destroys all which threatens him, and humans are a threat to him.”[/color] He continued, and Boreas ruffled his feathers at talk of the lich. Even the beasts of this world knew the darkness the lich brought. 

He glanced towards the merlin, [color=cyan]“Lead us to camp.”[/color] he asked Boreas. [color=cyan]“You can rest for a while at my camp, Boreas can keep watch. The lich will have forces out looking for you.”[/color]The bird took flight and headed to the makeshift home Bowyn had made for himself, stopping to perch at branches to be sure the human and the fairy were keeping up. Bowyn followed the bird trusting that the human would follow as well, and that she would not attack him while he was not looking. Every few steps though, or at the sound of leaves rustling or a stick breaking, he would turn to look and make sure that they were not being followed and that she was not waiting until his back was turned to attack him.