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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’s attention shifted from Boreas back to Ethrael, who used a lot of words to convey very little information. Elthrael, it would seem, was on a fishing expedition, probing with questions to uncover the motivations of others. While Bowyn could appreciate Ethrael’s wit and the fact that he lacked the unbridled optimism and overly cheerful demeanor Bowyn expected from forest fae, Ethrael still gave no real information as to his own motives. His actions, however, spoke loudly enough; he slept away from the group and protected only himself, he could grow food but did so only as it suited him, and his questions about the aftermath of ending Aklenroth’s rule seemed more designed to weaken the collective resolve in rebellion. Ethrael was selfish, he wanted the benefits of traveling with a group but without the willingness to work or sacrifice for the collective benefit. 

[color=cyan]“Revenge, yeah that’s exactly what I want.”[/color] He responded, it wasn’t something he felt he needed to hide and he elaborated no further on the why. There was no need to fill in the details, to share painful memories with strangers, things he didn’t share with anyone save for Boreas. He kept up his pace as he spoke, relaxing as he allowed himself to be completely honest, he knew clearly what he wanted out of this rebellion, and it wasn’t anything that would put his loyalties into question. Bowyn was all in and there was a sudden sense of peace in that. 

[color=cyan]“And so I don’t care what the lich was or what his motives are for the things he’s done. Aklenroth is evil, in every sense of the word, and I want him dead. I want the dead to know peace. I want the humans to return to their homes and lives. I want this more than I want to draw breath. I have no interest in power, glory or wealth. That is the extent in which I care about this world and what becomes of it. Your questions, who becomes the sword, who smiths it, and who ends up with a crown upon their head, are irrelevant to me so long as that outcome is achieved. But what is it that you want Ethrael? To make your name matter? Advance your place in the world? How about a better question; what are you willing to sacrifice in the name of rebellion. Would you give life and limb to ensure victory?”[/color] Bowyn continued, speaking with a calm resolve. He kept an eye on the other fairy who had taken to the sky. Bowyn didn’t need to trust Ethrael, he could work with others without trust, he was used to that. He needed to know how likely the other man would be to turn on them if he thought his goals were more easily obtained through Aklenroth rather than through the rebellion. 

[color=cyan]“I assume by now you’ve pieced together what we are all up to.”[/color] He said as he turned his attention to Zephyrin. [color=cyan]“No danger of being sold off to the black market with us at least. You’ve left the frying pan for the fire, quite the exciting place for our kind to be.”[/color] He added with a grin. He wasn’t concerned with her knowing what they were up to, if having a human companion with them didn’t clue Zephyrin in enough to figure it out then an empty headed fairy wasn’t going to be much of a threat. On the other hand if she had figured it out and was simply keeping that to herself then there was no point hiding it. He waited for a reaction from her, searching for any sign of a threat in her expressions, while not knowing exactly what he would do if he found it.