[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200416/f3c69712fa376f7a004d019cd5d5c73c.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][indent][right][sub]Ferris Wood [color=goldenrod]|[/color] Winding Paths[/sub][/right][hr] [color=goldenrod]“Wait.”[/color] Mitra uttered, as she peered through her side of the woods. [color=goldenrod]“Rushing ahead isn't smart. The proctor is right. It's better to get ambushed as a group than be down two people.”[/color] As observant as Blaike seemed to be, there were things that he didn’t pick up on. Mitra knew this about him due to her prior history with the Red Mage, a history that he kept trying to subtly remind her of with his inane comments and ridiculous grandstanding before the mist had set in between their feet. Her hands gripped her weapon tighter, her curiosity with the creatures compounded with her own nerves. Miniboros were supposed to be impulsive as the proctor said. She had never read or heard of a situation where they fled from any party of adventurers. The proctor was dumbfounded, inevitably more experienced than she was; if he had been taken off guard by this action then something was up and no amount of Blaike's arrogance was going to help the situation any. She wanted to more boldly reprimand him, but she kept her words brief and under the pretense of friendliness. [color=goldenrod]“This isn't a research lab or classroom, Mr. Red Mage. Don't do something dumb!”[/color] [/indent][/indent][/indent]