[color=c4df9b][h2][center]O'Ner Faister [/center][/h2][/color]

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TIME:  Morning 

LOCATION: Forest outside Roshmi

INTERACTIONS: [@13org] Myra Zelginn [@Dezuel], Malachi [@princess], Belladonna [@Potter] 

O’Ner was happy that he was not being stabbed or attacked at first sight; although he was more glad that Myra came out of their arachnid problem unscathed. The others seemed to distrust him; not like he cared what their opinions were. “Yes let us not waste any more time chit-chatting”. He moved at a face pace with the others; keeping his eyes on Myra because he concerned about her being left behind. He knew she could keep up with them; however, he thought the others would leave behind to defend herself.  Luckily for him, he could keep his pace with the others; despite being dead he could keep his pace with the others.

Although the only con he could think of with all of this running would be the next morning. His bones would be aching once he gets back to his domain. Asking Philipe to message his bones while O’Ner had some earl grey tea was foreseeable in the future. He wondered if he was going to be lead into the heart of the rebel base; if he played it cool and did not bring attention towards himself he will do what his comrades could not. Infiltrating the rebels could also help him with another issue on his mind.