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[color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Afternoon Day 2
[color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Forest
[color=7ea7d8]Interactions:[/color] [@13org] Ayita [@hide on mana] Kuroi [@Dezuel] Baraian
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Torvi had found it quite pathetic how their foe had pleaded for his life. Dying in battle was an honor and should die proudly, not sniveling and begging for their life. She had almost wanted to crush him just to shut him up, but at the same time she knew learning any information was beneficial so she refrained. Unfortunately it seemed someone else had been watching him and didn’t want him revealing any secrets. What Torvi did pick up on, however, was the fact that the spy was a woman. This was definitely something to keep in mind.

Baraian was right, they needed out of the sewer and needed rest as soon as possible. She also needed to bandage her arm before rot set in and she needed to lose the arm. So out of the sewer they went, embracing the fresh air and heading for the treeline. Torvi paused for a brief moment, however, as the earth seemed to speak to her in a way she’d felt once before. The same way when she first met Bowyn. She closed her eyes and connected with the vibrations, briefly seeing that undead army that had caused the pair to head to Roshmi in the first place. Her heart broke a little as she remembered the undead vision of Siiri and the woman Bowyn knew. Part of her longed to turn around and find her sister, to put her to rest, but the reasonable part of her won out as she moved again with the group.

They made it into the forest and were looking for a place to rest when she stopped everyone. She felt someone approaching and she’d readied herself to protect her exhausted companions. What approached, however, was a man driving a cart. He’d stopped and greeted them, being a little wary of the group, but friendly nonetheless. Because of his friendliness Torvi had an idea cross her mind. While it likely wasn’t the safest of plans, at least it would keep them moving while they rested. She’d glanced at her weary companions before turning back to the man and offering a large sum of amas she’d swiped from some of the wealthy at the ball in exchange for him taking them up the coast on his cart. At the sight of the money the man eagerly accepted the offer and Torvi reassured her companions that she’d remain awake as they rested to ensure that the man didn’t betray them. While she, too, was exhausted, she knew she could keep herself awake for at least a little longer. Too many times back home did she endure sleepless nights filled with plenty of commotion. She would take her turn to rest once the others rested first.

It was now afternoon of the next day and after some talk with the man driving the cart, a lion demi-human by the name of Koto, Torvi had discovered that this man was actually heading to the port to join the rebellion. He’d been finding out what he could about the rebellion for a while now, but it was Risa’s words that moved him into action. He couldn’t sit by idly any longer, he just had to do something. This made Torvi feel a little more comfortable with him, but to say she truly trusted anyone in the group would be a lie. Trust was not an easy thing when you were in a world that wanted humans dead.

[color=7ea7d8]”Do any of you think that what the creature in the sewer said was true or do you think he was full of lies?”[/color] She finally asked the group once everyone seemed well rested and fed. She was rebandaging her would with some clean cloth Koto had given her, trying her best to keep it clean. She was curious on what the others thought about the potential of there being a spy.