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[color=gold]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=gold]Location:[/color]Forest near the Sun Elf Kingdom
[color=gold]Interactions:[/color] Ayita [@13org], Sakura [@baraquiel], Soruklithbaal[@Alivefalling]
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As Cade ran, he slowly began to find it more and more difficult to keep up with Ayita. The more they moved the more it seemed like she was becoming a gust of wind herself, and with each stride the flames nearest them were extinguished. It took Cade a bit, but then he realized that she had found her magic, and it was air. If they weren’t running for their lives, he would’ve celebrated the moment right then, but the threat of the massive dragon still hung over them. He wasn’t focused on the dragon when it happened but stopped in confusion when Ayita stopped running as well. He looked around as the flames were extinguished and then back towards the dragon who was now distracted by mist. When a voice came from behind him every hair from his ears down to his tail stood on end in surprise. It was extremely rare that anyone or anything snuck up on Cade, he was a cat after all, and he did not enjoy being surprised in this manner. He hissed as he spun around to see who the voice belonged to and faced the demoness. 

Although Cade easily figured out that the mist and the current confusion the dragon was in, was all the doing of this woman he was immediately annoyed. More so with himself, than the stranger, for letting himself be so easily startled, if he was to assist Ayita on this quest to defeat the lich he needed to do better than this. Ayita spoke to the strange new creature and with the scent of burnt forest and undead dragon so thick in the air Cade could not really get a scent from her. It didn’t matter anyhow; their choice was either run with the stranger or stay and be killed by a dragon. [color=gold]“We run.”[/color] Cade said quickly in agreement, wanting to be far away from the dragon. He could better asses this stranger once they were in less immediate danger. 

 
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[color=cyan]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Camp
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Torvi [@Tae]
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Bowyn thought on Torvi’s point, that the young would die either way under the rule of tyrant. There was truth in that as well, he often wondered what terrible fate had befallen those taken from the village, it was likely something just as terrible as those he’d seen die. Maybe in her world this truth carried more weight, but humans did not have Aklenroth, and to chose to fight him would only bring more death, and with more death his power would continue to grow. Bowyn stood when Torvi did, ready for the arduous trek through the forest. Her final words, although he assumed she intended them to be noble, were ones he found truly troubling. [color=cyan]“Although you are likely doomed, your life is not meaningless. No one’s is. I am sorry you were brought here, I wish I had the power to send you home, but I do not. If we are caught, we shall run our separate ways, let luck decide our fates. Do not throw your life away for mine, for anyone’s.”[/color] Although Bowyn valued his own self-preservation, he did not wish to see anyone put his life before their own. To have another life scarified for his would be a terrible burden to have to live with. He whistled for Boreas and as the merlin flew to him, he used the pot to fetch more water from the stream and put out the small fire. 

[color=cyan]“My friend is called Boreas, he will help us find your sister’s remains.”[/color] He said gesturing the merlin perched upon his shoulder. Bowyn looked back at the bird who remained on his shoulder, looking as annoyed as bird possibly could. 

[color=lightcyan]“Oh he will?”[/color] Boreas asked tilting his head slightly. 

[color=cyan]“Please.”[/color] Bowyn offered the bird, who then ruffled his feathers some and took off in flight, using his keen senses to seek out the scent of another human in the forest. Bowyn turned his attention to gathering up what he needed from the camp. He dug around inside the shelter, underneath the leaves and moss until he found the small box buried there, inside the box was the various stolen jewelry that he did not sell, the ones he kept. He placed the small wooden box inside the pot, along with the pouch of food and wrapped these few possessions up tightly in the fur blanket. The camp was now tainted with the human’s scent anyway, and he could not return here. The thought of leaving the human alone in a forest so close to Daka also seemed less than savory, this would truly doom her and while he’d rather not admit it, he found her difficult to dislike. It wasn’t too much longer before Boreas returned, and called for Bowyn from a nearby tree, signaling that he was ready to lead them. 

[color=cyan]“I can help you for as long as it’s safe to, maybe even long enough for you find others more willing to fight. For now we follow the bird.”[/color] He said, continuing to move the line of how much he would help.