[color=#166FC2][h3]Cloven Brevis[/h3][/color][hr]
[indent][indent]Cloven was nestled beside Astoria during journey, how he found himself there wasn’t much of a mystery. He was pondering her secrets earlier, the way her singsong voice had been unusually heavy that bright day. Aimless as he normally was, he probably just latched on to her thoughtlessly. 

During the ride he had pulled his cloak tightly around his body, shielding himself from the cutting chill. His mind ruminated on what could be awaiting them. Though not for long. That well of dread was back and his hardened eyes shifted towards that small leaf ahead of them all. A piece of him, a very small piece, wanted to face her; get it over with but the rest of him was nailing that piece down in a dank cellar. Hoping it would come to its senses with enough time of isolation. So he looked hard at her toned back for a long second before snapping his stare back to the lush greenery beneath him.

The rest of the guild was… well the guild. Mostly smart individuals who were wondering how they’d survive. Cloven was of the mindset that they[i] couldn’t[/i] lose. It just seemed impossible, especially since he was around, and officially it was his mission to kill the thing.    

A few minutes had passed when the plant-wizard’s leaf zoomed ahead suddenly. Some impacts were felt seconds afterwards, thrumming throughout the sky, and a mighty roar and shock-wave shook them baring heat within its eddies. For the first time since his arrival in Crocus, Cloven felt an urge to be near the plant-wizard, though it was alien when paired with the dread that hovered inside. Then the gale came, fierce and terrible.

With a boom, he landed on his feet, magic dulling the fall. He started forward, not yet sure he wanted to join the fray like the old guy. [color=#166FC2]“Bad move gardener,”[/color] he chastised indifferent. [color=#166FC2]“Should’ve let 'em die.”[/color] Cloven tightened the clip of his cloak around his neck, sure the distracting material would come in handy during the fight. 

His arms oozed a gentle-black aura, long globs floating up until they faded. [color=#166FC2]“It's big, don't get distracted with the details,”[/color] was his only suggestion. All he could think after that was to react to the fertilized salamander as quickly as possible.[/indent][/indent]