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[color=cadetblue]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=cadetblue]Location:[/color] Forests north of Roshmi City
[color=cadetblue]Interactions:[/color]  Malachi[@princess], Belle[@Potter][/center]

Once it was clear that both owlbears were dead Valok managed to get back on his feet. He was still dizzy and none of the pain from the owlbears attack had faded, but he was alive. Even in pain, it felt good to be alive. Malachi bandaged the wound to his head, an action that both confused him, and made him uncomfortable. To have another aid him was to show weakness, to have his new commander not only bandage wounds but aid him in even walking was a great embarrassment. Valok was sure he had done everything right, followed orders to attack and he had not given up. Yet he felt that he must've disappointed Malachi in some way, that to put his injury and weakened state on display in such a manner must surely be a punishment. His former dark elf commanders would have at least have given him the chance to at least try and keep up or be left behind. However, he did not argue with Malachi, he would not publicly disrespect or question his commander. His head hung low with shame as he walked as silently as possible. 

He watched as Belladonna coddled the smaller owlbear that wandered out of the forest. He understood humans even less than the other races of Avalia. This was one of the same creatures that had tried to kill them, and the human was petting it and treating it like it was precious. Were they keeping this owlbear as a spoil of victory? Certainly, it would fetch a decent price on the black market, or with proper training and an obedience collar, it could prove useful one day. While he could certainly recognize the usefulness an owlbear could provide in battle, he decided he certainly disliked the creatures and he would prefer to keep his distance from it. He kept to the other side of Malachi, away from the owlbear. Belladonna treated the creature like a child, and this was clearly the wrong approach to start training a warbeast. He kept his thoughts on the owlbear to himself though, as Malachi had ordered they stay quiet as the light elf made a shield of invisibility while they walked. 

Valok found himself disappointed that they were leaving the others behind. Although Mathias had fought rather clumsily, he had enjoyed hearing the demihuman’s stories of his quiet life. He had wanted to learn more from him about why he hated The Great King, to better understand why so many clearly felt this way. Myra had fought exceptionally, and he held great respect for the demon. He had felt more at ease when they had the company of a demon from Daka, like he was not the only outsider of the group. Now he was only in the company of a light elf and a human, and Belladonna was so distant, he understood so little about the human and she relieved nothing willingly. Malachi was a leader, and while Valok was comfortable enough following his orders and trusting in his judgment, he could not burden a commander with his endless questions. The thought of making it to the next town filled him with nervous anxiety, he had no idea what to expect from the other rebels, whether they would be in any way welcoming of a dark elf.