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[color=cyan]Time:[/color]  Morning
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Forest outside of Roshmi
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Darius[@FunnyGuy], Elthrael[@Dezuel], Zephyrin[@Howlsofwinter], Kenia[@Tae] Vaeril [@AliveFalling][/center]

Bowyn gave a slight shudder at Kenia’s strange fantasy, that was a mental image he certainly could’ve done without. That was the problem with elves, they were too violent for his liking. He felt like the animalistic demihumans often got a bad wrap, when it seemed like elves had a far more barbaric nature to them. He hoped the weird pissing contest between Kenia and Elthrael would be dropped after that but the forest fairy seemed more than willing to continue his game of poke the bear. Normally he would enjoy watching someone else antagonize an elf for fun, but Bowyn had seen the pain the elf felt for the loss of her friend and for that she had his sympathies.

[color=cyan]“I’ll tell you one thing you can trust, Elthrael, if I have to watch Kenia feed you your own fruits I’m gonna lose my breakfast so how about you two put whatever’s between you on pause until we get to the port.”[/color] Bowyn said as he smothered the fire with handfuls of dirt as he prepared to leave. As he did so he noted the sorry state that Vaeril was in as he stumbled towards the group. Great, an elf who couldn’t hold his drink, he only hoped that Vaeril wouldn’t slow them down. Darius seemed willing to help Vaeril stay on his feet while Bowyn preferred to take on the burden of carrying much of the remaining mead, something he valued more than the stumbling elf. 

Based on Zephyrin's reaction, Bowyn saw her as yet another empty headed fairy and imagined she’d get along well with Risa or easily find herself swept up by Risa’s words. He had yet to decide if he thought the fae leader of the rebellion was simply young and foolish or callous and manipulative but either way he thought her talk of hope and a better world would take with someone like Zephyrin. War and conflicts thrived on the young and naive; taking them in, using them up until they either found themselves among the dead or spat back out broken and jaded. If being a part of that cycle meant keeping the humans safe, Aklenroth’s end, and peace for those he used in his undead army, then Bowyn was more than willing to do whatever necessary. 

Bowyn kept a quick pace as he walked, following with the group and saying very little. He didn’t want to make too much noise just in case there were dark elves searching the forest. He didn’t need to know more about this group, Bowyn wasn’t interested in finding himself invested in anyone else. He was already worried about the fates of Torvi and Belle and that was more than enough. Now more than ever was not the time to form attachments, he needed to keep his head clear, focus on his priorities.