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[color=cadetblue]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=cadetblue]Location:[/color] River Port
[color=cadetblue]Interactions:[/color]  Malachi[@princess], Belle[@Potter][/center]

Valok took in the sights of the quiet seaside town as he limped along with Malachi, Belle, and her new owlbear. Although they were headed towards the healing center it had not occurred to Valok that it would be for him. He simply figured Malachi or Belle were simply far better at hiding injuries than he was. Amongst the dark elf army only those deemed important enough kept fairies for their healing abilities, this magic was not wasted on disposable soldiers. Malachi had already bandaged his wounds, an unfamiliar kindness, and for the dark elf that was more help than he was used to. Valok simply followed along, waiting until it was time to rest, time would either heal his wounds, or it would not. Death came for all things eventually, and with the knowledge that he might not end up undead, it was a much calmer possibility. 

Another animal approached them with a note attached to its head as they walked through River Port. It seemed a less than secure way to deliver messages to people and Valok only continued to follow the others paying little attention to the dog. As they passed the dog the sound of a loud battle horn filled the quiet streets, echoing through town. Valok nearly jumped out of his own skin and immediately looked around for the source of the sound. When he could see no source for it nearby he turned his attention to Malachi. 

[color=cadetblue]“Do you know the source of that horn? Is it your allies?”[/color] He asked the light elf. It was a sound that was almost certainly meant to summon allies or alert others to a threat. There was the electric excitement that the sound meant the possibility of a fight, even injured Valok would never turn down the opportunity to test his ability, to prove himself. He wasn’t sure how pressing the other’s injuries were, and healing centers were not something the dark elf was used to relying on. To fight and to win was proof that he had earned his survival, to do so injured was even more validating. He was raised and taught to live only for his next fight, even if injured, even if survival seemed unlikely. It was an urge that ran even deeper than mere instinct. 

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[color=lime]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=lime]Location:[/color] River Port-Beach
[color=lime]Interactions:[/color] Lucia[@Potter][/center]

After drinks, they had parted ways with Orland and Nur, and shortly after that, Vaeril had wandered off as well. Leon was grateful for the brief moment to catch Lucia alone, he did have exciting news to share. He hadn’t wanted the others to know about the strange invitation he’d gotten from the dog, he still wasn’t sure what Vaeril was all about. While Nur and Orland seemed nice enough, and Orland was definitely a human they hadn’t really had a chance to talk about the rebellion and he didn’t exactly trust Nur based on her cold reaction to the dog. Leon figured if they were meant to be at the meeting hall tomorrow then the dog would’ve invited them as well. Lucia on the other hand was entirely trustworthy and he was excited to tell her about the note he’d gotten. Lucia however asked him about his weird reaction at the cafe, an incident he’d almost forgot about. 

[color=lime]“Oh that, nah it wasn’t Vaeril, but when I gave my fake name I heard a voice in my head telling me I should’ve chosen something more elven. But I haven’t heard it again so maybe I just imagined it. Hey, remember that dog from earlier? Well, she gave me a note and it says to be at the meeting hall tomorrow afternoon.”[/color] Leon was excited to have something useful to contribute, a possible lead on a rebel meet-up, or maybe just a party hosted by the dogs of River Port, either way, it seemed like a good way to spend tomorrow afternoon. Up until getting the note, Leon hadn’t felt like he’d done much that was useful, he’d just been keeping himself entertained while Lucia handled pretty much everything. 

Leon jumped to his feet when the horn sounded throughout River Port, he had no idea what it meant but it certainly sounded exciting. He grinned at Lucia who looked more than ready to shot whoever was making the loud noise. 

[color=lime]“Lucy you gotta relax some, I’m guessing you’re not supposed to shoot people for being too loud. It’s frowned upon back on Earth and it won’t help us blend in here. You sure you’re alright? I mean, I already said I’m all in, being here, in Avalia, basically saved my life. So everything else, a big rebellious adventure, that’s all just the cherry on top. Don’t worry about me, I laugh in the face of danger. Whatever you want to do I’m happy to follow. And you may not be cunning, but you’re clever, and that’s loads better. Don’t undersell Avalia’s best elf.”[/color] Leon said with a grin. He didn’t mind the acting or the possibility of danger, these weren’t new things for him. What was new, and exciting, was having a friend like Lucia and the possibility of doing something good and worthwhile with his life.