[center][h2][color=a187be]Nehir[/color][/h2][/center]

Nehir could less see Sophie's discomfort than hear it. The soft creak of her metal gauntlets against the leather of her reigns as much a signal for her agitation as the grumbled swears. He didn't say anything to comfort the Sword, doubting his ability to put her at ease with the situation. She didn't sound eager in the least, which was a good sign as far as Nehir was concerned. An outraged Sword was deadly at worst, and Sophie far more so than most. [color=a187be]"If they are then I want to make sure you hit them first."[/color] He said flatly as his thumb circled a rune on his staff. [color=a187be]"We can't be totally sure of Nefrena's experience in combat. I know its frustrating but this is just to make sure the party is as safe as possible for now."[/color] He continued, hoping that would atleast help the human calm a little. 

As Neffy broke from the treeline Nehir felt his body tense for a moment; magic swirling up from within before being squashed back down, a small drizzle of freezing air escaping his lungs as he stopped the half finished spell when he realized she wasn't running for her life. The walk to the camp was silent but thankfully short. Most of them already knew what to expect, but investigating the site was part of the job. It was...as bad as he had expected honestly. Nehir felt a shiver run up his spine, less from the morbidity of the camps state and more from just how mundane the sight had felt for a moment. 

Nehir hovered a hand over the fire pit, careful not to touch the cooking equipment for a variety of reasons. [color=a187be]"Still some warmth to it."[/color] He said as he shook the radiant heat from his hands. [color=a187be]"Probably got hit last night if I had to wager a guess...Poor folks deserved better..."[/color]
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