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	An hour or two more passed as Maeve and Valia continued to talk about their homelands until it seemed Valia was starting to feel the full brunt of today's stress on her. Allard eventually took notice and lightly put his hand on her shoulder. "Oi, ya should probably get some rest, ya know? Went through a lot today, an I'm sure our guest will have plenty of time ta talk when the sun is out once more." he said with a warm smile.

	Valia gave a playful sigh of fake discontent, "Awe come now, tearing me away from such a delightful conversation, where is your heart, Allard?" she said as she stood up to slowly make her way to her room.

	"Oh, don't you know? Gave that away looong ago. Speakin o' which, I believe my wife an children 'ave gone ahead an laid down for tha night, so if they are tired, I know [i]you[/i] are tired," Allard replied.

	"Fair enough," said as she gave a slight bow to the others in the tavern. "It was a pleasure to meet you Maeve, I hope to see you in the morning." She said before heading up the stairs to her room.

	Allard followed her until she was in her room, making sure all was safe and secure, and to make sure she made it up the stairs. When he came back down however, Allard's expression was quite more serious than before. He took a look outside for a moment before shuddering the windows. He turned and looked to the two foreigners before him. "I may be just an old warrior, but I swear I can smell a bloodlust in tha air... Cheif Dorran left with a good number of some of our better fighters. Someone may think we are defenseless now," Allard walked to his armor and placed it on. "My wife can handle tha tavern in tha morning. But I will have ta stay up these next few nights. Can't sleep to well on nights like this," he finished as he also hefted a large double headed war ax. For most it looked impossible to wield. The axe head being all part of the same metal the shaft was made into, making it more durable. The shaft, which was wrapped in leather, also tapered slightly  to a thinner handle thinned as it went down, adding more weight to the head end, and finally ending in an enlarged cap on the opposite end, giving a flared pommel-like finish while still being the same piece of metal. This would held retain the weapon on heavier swings as well as  better control of the swing itself as the flare matched the ax blades much like the handle of a woodsman's ax but for both heads. The way he handled this weapon however, was terrifyingly casual, as if there was no weight to it at all, but from the sounds it made when he set it on his counter-top, made no mistake about its heft. "If ya wish ta call it a night, don't worry, I'll keep this place safe," he then smiled to the two, "Sorry if I sound a bit forebodin', probably just my nerves. Somethin just feels... off."

	What Allard had felt however, was probably more of a parental instinct, as his daughter had slipped quietly out of the town. With her, a metal bible, and her father's old wind skiff that was parked next to the other scouting vessels similar to the ones taken earlier.

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	As the Wyrm drew nearer , it readied itself to crash down upon the skiff, to it looking like a large strange animal carrying other strange creatures on it. Little did it know however that wood, metal, and the few people aboard would not be very satisfying or filling, especially when for some reason the creatures riding on this strange animal seemed to fight back. All the sudden the wyrm convulsed, it's body trying to fight what it wanted to do. It was the work of the curse Kistal cast, though it wasn't potent enough to take on a creature this size, it was enough to make it difficult for the monster to pursue as effectively, every once in a while a twitch would run the coarse of its body that would slow it down. Once of these twitches, however, was enough to make Chihiro's spear throw miss it's intended mark, though not without its own impressive effects. Due to her spell, and the added strength of the aura of empowerment, the spear surged forward and buried itself deep within its neck under the chin. Normally, it would be considered a feat just to drive a spear in even a quarter of it's length into the rough skin of a sand wyrm, however, this spear sailed straight through, ripping through to the other side of the creature. This made the wyrm screech out in pain, which would be a test to anyone's ears close-by, however it did make the creature stop it's immediate pursuit, putting them some space before it tried once more. While the damage the spear did was amazing, its placement would keep it from killing the beast, the creature would most likely heal before a wound like that would kill it. Now however, the creature was chasing them in a state of rage rather than hunger, and although the convulsions from the curse were amplified by this anger, the monster now craved their blood and would chase them until it couldn't any longer.

	Now that they had some space from the wyrm, it was easier to concentrate on their surroundings to look for an escape path. The ahead skiff waved to the cheif and pointed towards part of the mountain they traveled on, looking like they spotted a cave to take shelter in. If they could make it to that cave, they would be in the clear. If the party was watching the darkening skyline around them as well, they may see a small sail powered single person craft approaching [i]very[/i] fast, and with a familiar face. It was Hilde, nearly flying over the sands in the sail skiff, using the gifts of her heritage, Sylve and Varuk, wind and fire together to create her own powerful thrust against the sail. Even as fast as the Wyrm was going, Hilde's craft surged by the creature effortlessly. The book, which was covered when left at the inn, was now uncovered, held closed by the latch that held the two covers together. Hilde had admittedly gotten curious and took a peak at it beforehand. [color=D2691E]"OI, YOU THERE YOU LEFT YOUR BOOK!"[/color] she yelled out to them, a look of excitement written across her face. She cruised up next to the skiff and tossed it aboard, the metal book not even remotely phased by what most would call abuse of a holy text. [color=D2691E]"If you are a Red Saint priest, you shouldn't be leaving your bible everywhere! Its so irresponsible!"[/color] she lightly chastised him, slightly out of envy to his position and surprise that someone who had something so amazing to her would just leave it lying around. She then cutely waved to the others on board, before pulling back and rounding towards the wyrm, which was gaining on the party's skiff. With their current pace they wouldn't outrun the wyrm. [color=D2691E]"WHATEVER YOU DID BEFORE, TRY ONCE MORE, BUT THE HEAD THIS TIME! I HAVE AN IDEA!"[/color] she yelled as she flew towards the beast.

	"H-HILDE! WAIT! WHAT ARE YOU-," Dorran yelled out in surprise, but far too late to stop her. "By Krogan's beard, her father is going to kill us all."

	Bidzil stood up, keeping his balance fairly well on the craft to to being raised in a city full of boats, it felt like another day on the water to him. He felt like he should help, but had no idea what to do in this situation. to be fair, he had only ever dueled with other people, he had never even seen the likes of a creature this large before. He was just a swordsman with a single fancy wing that could pop out of his back, what good would that do? He can't fly with that. He gripped his sword, wanting to help, yearning to help, but he was forced to sit and watch as well. Unknown to him though, that passion lead to a stronger aura boost to the one's around him, strengthening them further.