[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1]

The trip back to Easthaven was quiet, just the way that Kythor liked it. Not that he didn't want to get to know more about his group - he was certainly still interested in finding out what brought them to these lands. In spite of that, however, silence was essential in ensuring that they traveled in safety. The roads and wilderness were both very dangerous places to be unprepared, for there they were the most susceptible to being ambushed or attacked by the wild creatures that wandered these lands. He kept a close, scruntinous eye on their surroundings as they walked. Even though it was ultimately an unneeded gesture due to their uneventful trip, it was still necessary. To Kythor, complacency was a luxury, and one that he could not afford.

When they finally arrived in Easthaven and he saw the remnants of the pyre from their last visit, he figured that it might be worthwhile to pitch the idea of investigating what had happened here. Their last visit saw them uncover a blood-stained book with some illusory magic cast on it. Perhaps they could look into that some more, after they had dealt with the missing fishermen. Before Kythor could explain what the pyre was all about, the villagers beat him to the punch. When the captain - one Captain Imdra Arlaggath - arrived, he gave her a wry smirk. [i][color=beige]"Greetings, Captain,"[/color][/i] Kythor says, nodding his head. [i][color=beige]"Name's Kythor. My other companions have found more work, but just as quickly as they left I've managed t'find a new set 'a hands who may be able to help you find the missin' fishermen, assuming there's not been much luck in finding 'em while we dealt with our chwinga issue. Perhaps you could give us the run-down on the situation, again? I'll admit the details ain't too fresh in my mind, plus I figure you're probably better at explaining it to 'em as you're a resident of Easthaven while I'm just passin' by."[/color][/i]