The moment Daryll nodded, Ysaryn whipped her head back around, standing taller. "Yes. We take her. Bring her to us." She ignored Narda as the giantess shook the ever-tired looking male, her eyes trained on the man, who only seemed to hesitate. When he made no move to go inside, Ysaryn leered at the mayor. "You are chief of man, yes? Order it. Narda chief of you. She order you." She snapped her fingers, her other hand lowering to one of her twin blades. 
"No!" The man by the house shouted, raising his arms. "No, I mean, I c-can't."
Ysaryn raised her eyebrow at him, waiting. 
"Sh-she..." He looked to the mayor for a moment, then back. "She won't let any one into her room. Any of us near her. My wife..." He gestured toward the house. "She tried. Lyta struck her."
The elf's eyes narrowed. "I like this girl." She muttered softly, glancing to Narda. "We are to fetch, yes?"

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Ruli ran until his legs burned. The desert surrounded him, and there was so much sand. He was out of practice, running on sand. Always out of practice. Out of shape. He hated himself for it. Loathed that he'd gotten comfortable and soft, and now, Envy was gone. Missing. After they'd managed to find a new home. After the Kartaian had stepped until sunlight, [i]willingly[/i], for the first time in years. Charmed or not, Ruli had been so proud. "Envy!" He called again, switching dialects. "[i]Enlor'lei![/i]" He hollered, calling him by his birth name. "[i]It's me. Please. Say something. Anything![/i]"
"Ruli!"
Ruli whirled, hearing it across the sand. But it wasn't Envy's voice. Just Kire's. Ruli felt anger flare, for her part in Envy's being here. But even that flickered out fast. She'd offered repeatedly to come alone. They'd insisted. Envy had volunteered. 
"Give him back!" He shouted again, whirling. "I want him back! Give him back!"

In a blink, the desert faded, and Ruli was covered in shade provided by towering trees, the reek of bark and vine filling his nose, taking place of the arid sand. And [i]fire.[/i]
Before he could swear, flames roared towards him, and Ruli dropped to the ground with a painful thud, covering his head as fire swam above him. He only chanced a look when the heat faded, spotting people. Amrians. They wore the same sort of looks many in Ziad had worn when Akuma and Ikegai tore the city apart. Vacant. Enthralled. 
"I'm looking for an elf. A blue man." He corrected, not sure anyone here would know what an elf looked like without actually seeing one first. But a blue man, that was noticeable. "Please!"
"This is holy ground." One of the figures said towards him, not at him. 
The fuck did that mean? Ruli snarled. [i]Solaralai[/i]. "I want my friend."
"You must leave."
He could lie. Say he was Solaralai's blood. She was from his world. Ruli considered it. Honestly considered it. Would claim to be one of them if it got Envy back.

Kire's name called him again, far closer than before, and Ruli moved on instinct. He spun, rushing away from the villagers, feeling fire roar again, the heat growing against his back and neck. He tore through the trees, weaving, until he all but ran into Kire and, the moment he could reach her, he dragged them both into the shadows. 

He dropped her when they were back where they started, turning to stare into the woods. "I didn't find him." Ruli's voice broke at the confess. "I can't find him. I can't-" He bent his knees and squatted, burying his head against his hands, his eyes tight.