Skill Seeker [hr] [@Crimson Paladin] [hr] “No need, as long as you put that to good use.” The craftsman would reply with a grin. “Bring me anything else, I might be able to make more stuff from it if you stick around.” He’d give Novak a friendly wave as he left, before getting back to work on the fresh game that was just brought to his workshop. His trek to Enli’s longhouse was rather uneventful. He’d pass a few more villagers, but nothing would impede his steps across the snow covered ground until he arrived. The warm air from within was as welcoming as always, with the smell of freshly cooked fish, meat and a few vegetables. Curiously, he’d notice a certain black fox named Ayumi skulking about the place though she’d quickly flee to some other corner of the longhouse. What was she doing here? “Ah, Novak.” Enli would say, greeting the skill seeker with a warm tone. He was dressed in his usual robes, though his demeanor was noticeably more lively than it had been in the past two days. Perhaps he had been given some measure of hope, or just relief since things were potentially looking better for the village now, save for the sudden increase in the danger in the forest. “Apologies. I don’t have much time to chat. I do not wish to keep the Kyrnith waiting. We might not get another chance to meet peaceably. I also heard from a few hunters you went into the temple yesterday. You’re lucky to have come out in once piece...ah, but never mind that. What do you need?” Just an old man [hr] [@VitaVitaAR] [hr] Nobbu would leave the safety of Lazhira’s home, stepping out into the cool morning breeze that was coming from the sea. It seemed to be as pleasant of a day as any here, in Dawn. Yet there was a tangible feeling of unease over the place. People were milling about, starting their day as usual, yet there was an undeniable feeling of...disquiet. And then there was an old looking man, a rather exquisite cane was somehow managing to stand up on its own, while his hands pressed what seemed to be a simple wooden flute against his aged lips. The melody played was somewhat disconcerting. It was familiar - Ah, it was the same melody that she had played yesterday. His silver eyes would lock with Nobunagas as he’d slowly put the flute away, grab the cane by its head and give her a grin. “Oi, lass, over here!” He’d call out towards Nobunaga. “I’ve got a proposition for ya.” If Nobbu would care to look, she’d notice the figure was more well dressed than most of the villagers. His silver, aged hair was well groomed, and his dull grey robes were inlaid with flowing, gold patterns. “Of course yer free to run, but I don’t just talk to anyone ya see.” There was little mystery to who this old man was, from the way he was carrying himself. It might be best to not get involved. “Don’t worry about bein’ seen. No one will notice...well, unless you call attention to us. Probably best we don’t, that.” [hr] Lazhira’s House [@PKMNB0Y][@Click This] For the most part, Lazhira would remain silent as her guests discussed whatever it was they were discussing, not caring to get involved for the moment. She mostly kept herself busy by cleaning up the room, or by doing some random busy work, but eventually it seemed she’d run out of things to keep herself occupied. Oddly, she didn't seem interested in their paper making scheme, despite her seeming curiosity and desire to learn things. After spending some minutes cleaning the pot she had used for the stew, she'd look over to the two occupants of her home. "Uhm...so if you guys don't need me for anything, I'm gonna go...erm, maybe help some fishermen or maybe go find some fruits or herbs in the forest. Need to restock and stuff." The look Narkissa gave her though, wasn't lost on her though, and she'd quickly inform them of where she'd be later. "...if you need me, erm, I'll be at the obelisk by noon! Promise! Its a great spot to see the sea from...hm, maybe I can make everyone something to eat and we can eat out there..." She'd trail off, and unless stopped would make her way out of the home. The Roma Mob [@Pyromania99] [hr] Rullphana would say nothing as she began her examination. The Syringe worked as expected - drawing blood from Octavia. The pup would growl as its skin was pierced, but would stay still as it was ordered too. She would place the blood in a small vial, studying it briefly before placing it on the desk. A small dagger Rullphana would use to cut the pups flesh, for seemingly no other purpose than to see how quickly the pup would heal from physical trauma. More Esoteric instruments seemed to follow, too. She would place the pup in some sort of magic circle - seemingly some sort of ward. Rullphana would perform a few spells, too, though the complexities of them were far too difficult for Augusta to notice on her own without some use of magic to attempt to decipher them as well. One of the last tests involved placing a blood sample in a small cylinder with some sort of crystal on top. It would promptly shatter upon being supplied with magic, causing Rullphana to stare at it slightly in a mix of disbelief and wonder. “...hm, well, that was enlightening.” Rullphana frowned, looking to Augusta. “In short: I have no idea what demon this is. I can make a few educated guesses, but aside from that...I’ve got nothing. Its not something we’re familiar with as far as demons go. No bloodline that I am aware of has these properties. What I can tell you though, is that its blood functions as almost a near limitless source of magical energy - which is why she can seemingly heal from nearly anything. It can also likely be used as a medium to empower spells and magic...though there are likely some side effects. I’ll need some more time with the blood before I determine conclusively anything else from it. I can also tell you that its makeup is unstable, weak, as its still in its infancy.” Overall, it didn’t sound like she discovered many things about the pup from these initial tests. “I would like to keep her overnight, though I assume you won’t let me?” Rullphana would ask. Octavia was already whining and didn’t seem too comfortable with it. Augusta’s eye would reveal she was tired, uncomfortable, and a little upset and angry. If Augusta hadn’t ordered her to behave she’d have likely already attacked the shadow elf. [@ERode] [hr] “Pfft, no. Why would I go back there.” The shadow elf replied with a huff. “I told ya I hate that place. Swords are boring, ya know. No creativity. Slash slash stab poke.” Her rather simplistic view of swordplay, aside, she was heading in the direction of the markets again, specifically the more out of the way places of it. “How’d you even use one to defeat a magic user anyways? We’ll just fireball you from a distance.” Raezel would keep a steady pace as she walked, not caring too much if Isidore tried stopping her or tagging along. “...you gonna keep following me? Someone might think you’re a creep.” Raezel would say, offering Isidore a teasing grin as she’d stop walking. “‘Sides, I got super secret stuff to do and humans aren’t invited - h-hey!” Someone bumped into Raezel. A taller figure that...also appeared to be a Sirithen? Pale skin, pointed ears under their hood. “Watch it ya tree hugger!” Raezel would call out. “Sorry, sorry. In a bit of a hurry.” “Yeah yeah, you better run or I, the magnificent apprentice of Rullphana will-eh?” Raezel would quickly check her pockets. Cold sweat would form on her forehead. “...die. That’s what I’ll do. Die. Painfully. Horribly. H-hey get back here with that you thief! You stole from a kid! What kind of a terrible person are you!” In a somewhat expected turn of events, seemed that elf had just plucked that seed from her pocket. She would quickly glance to Isidore. The apparent Elvish thief though, was already quickly disappearing from sight. “...H-hey. Wouldn't mind uh, you know, making sure I don't die?” [hr] Send Feet Pics [@Cu Chulainn] [hr] “Heh. Trying your charm on me won’t get you anywhere.” Mie said with a chuckle, though the friendly smile was short lived as she would don a more serious expression. “Truthfully, Malphas. You have nothing to offer me. You are charismatic, to an extent, but I don’t really need help with the whole charisma thing. I’ve plenty of that myself, fufu.” She’d giggle in a smug fashion as her gaze would slowly fall on Eirhild. “Though...perhaps...” Mie would look to Eirhild, pausing a moment. “...well, maybe. Yes, mhm, perhaps that could...” She would mumble to herself for a few moments, expression shifting a few times between deep thought and dollar signs before she’d finally reply. “...Hm. You know what. Maybe it’s about time I started expanding the reach of my little caravan. I’m just a single little fox, after all. I can only go so far by myself, and most humans south of the mountain don’t like my fluff. Uncultured fools~” She’d turn her gaze back towards Malphas. “Of course, entrusting someone I just met with that sort of responsibility is well, a dumb idea. So here’s a proposition. On our way back to Chagawa, I’ll let you handle any sales or talking we do. I’ll give you pointers on the value of items and things, and by the time we return, if you do well enough...I suppose you could say, I’ll invest in you. Give you something to start up with, and let you do some trading yourself. Of course, I’ll take a cut of the profits as you’ll be a branch of my own caravan, but you should still make quite a profit.” Her mouth would curl into a sly smile. “All I ask...in return, is your loyalty, fufu. Maybe if you do well, you'll earn something nice."