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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 let out a deep sigh and continued walking, it seemed a quiet trek through the woods was too much to ask for. He shook his head at Elthrael’s concerns over the power void that would no doubtedly be left if Aklenroth was defeated. It wasn’t that Bowyn was naive enough to believe in some perfect world where they’d all live peacefully together, the thought of it was absurd. People would clash, struggle for power, and conflict was inevitable. Perhaps peace could last for a time but it would never be the permanent state of things and to believe otherwise was to not accept reality. Maybe a new tyrant would arise, maybe they’d be worse, and maybe it would even be Risa herself to become a new tyrant, but whoever it was, they would not be Aklenroth and that was what mattered. He gave at a small grin before answering the question but forth by the other fairy. 

[color=cyan]“The fact that you need to ask such a question, Elthrael, makes me wonder what you’re doing here. Is it just to sow discourse within the group or is there simply so little room between your ears that every thought must escape through your mouth the second it arrives? Either way what is worse is to allow a dead and rotten thing to rule, to allow those who have died to be forced into his undead army by dark and perverse magic. It doesn’t matter to me what happens after, only that Aklenroth knows a true and final death and that the dead are finally granted the peace that is only found in the afterlife.”[/color] Bowyn had started his response with his normal amount of playful antagonizm, but a hostile edge snuck into his voice near the end.  Hatred crept into his words, put there by his own mention of the undead army and the memory it drudged up. The image of Aeryn as a half decayed servant for the lich, both aware and yet unable to act of her own will, was forever burned into his mind. It was already difficult to remember her as she was alive and now all that he could remember was forever intertwined with that twisted image. A fresh wave of pain and nausea washed over him as he thought about his brief encounter with the undead.

[color=lightcyan]“And to help Torvi and Belle.”[/color] Boreas reminded him. The dutiful merlin prevented his mind from continuing to spiral down into painful places. 

[color=cyan]“Yes for them too.”[/color] Bowyn agreed as he glanced at the bird who rested upon his shoulder. He kept his tone barely above a whisper as he conversed with Boreas.

[color=lightcyan]“Because they are our friends now.”[/color] Boreas added, and Bowyn heard a hint of smugness in the merlin’s tone. 

[color=cyan]“Yes, oh wisest of birds, you have succeeded in forcing me to make friends, are you satisfied? Soon I might even become as foolish as you.”[/color] Bowyn said with a slight chuckle, and more relaxed with the welcomed distraction provided by Boreas.

[color=lightcyan]“You are certainly trying, this is now the second time you’ve picked up a stray in a forest. Maybe it’s time I found another myself, I wouldn’t want to come in second place.”[/color] Boreas said.

[color=cyan]“You could try though I’m not sure you’d get very far in your search. You’ve become rather plump just resting on my shoulder.”[/color] Bowyn said and Boreas responded by nipping at his ear. [color=cyan]“But, as always, my friend you are free to go.”[/color]

[color=lightcyan]“I have become rather comfortable here, consider me a permanent growth upon your shoulder.”[/color] Boreas remained steadfast in his loyalty. 

[color=cyan]“Lucky me, I really wouldn’t wish it any other way.”[/color]