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[right][sub][@Obscene Symphony][@Scribe of Thoth][/sub][/right][hr]The walk had been uneventful, but certainly not quiet. 

Lilann had no hand in that, she’d been silent just about the whole time. There was time for talk, and that time was often, but then, just as crucial were the times for listening. For letting other people talk. Sometimes, if she was lucky, or they were drunk, or both, people would say all sorts of things all on their own that she would never be able to pry out of them. Or there would be hints of things, and she would have to do a little work to uncover them—that was more interesting. 

Kyreth answered their strange new acquaintance with what she could only assume was a lie. She could commend the speed and squareness of his delivery, if not the believability. Whatever inns there were inside Soft Haven might very well have been full, but that would have had nothing to do with him being unable to find a room. There were few places Lilann could think of off the top of her head less hospitable to their kind than the towns of Finnagund, and she had a hard time believing the hedgeman didn’t know that too. But, then again, even for a man well-armed he seemed eerily calm in their presence. 

That, combined with his talk of aetheric entities told her he was likely more than he appeared to be; he was confident to what would have been a fault in someone who wasn’t. His nonchalance at the idea that a monster might have been trying its claws at him was noteworthy as well, but not for any reason she could discern yet. Ultimately, there wasn’t much time to ponder it. The trip wasn’t [i]that[/i] long, and the whole way she found herself distracted by the unmistakable sound of a harp, which seemed to follow them and yet, she couldn’t for the life of her pin down [i]where[/i] it was coming from. 

Then, of course, there came a woman’s voice as they grew closer to the main road. 

[color=palegreen]"...little ‘uns wandering… left at the crooked oak… here path is the House… starving wolf eats a horse!”[/color]

Lilann halted in her tracks, hunching just a bit lower to try and peak through the brushy tree line. She saw green, and lots of it. Gods, the woman could have been twice her size, and broad as any soldier in Dranir she’d ever seen. There were others there as well, with much less imposing figures that were harder to discern. 

She snatched the mask from her belt and slipped it over her face. Her hat had done a good job keeping the sun out, and she found that her eyes didn’t appear to be glowing within. Good, less conspicuous that way, though she couldn’t say there was much to be done for her companions, at least not Kyreth. Hopefully they could pass onto the main road without incident anyway. 

[color=skyblue]“Apologies,”[/color] she said, and practice saw her voice unmuffled in the slightest. [color=skyblue]“Shouldn’t be much farther now.”[/color]

Steeling herself, Lilann continued on, breaking through the tree line to emerge not too far from Orc and what she now saw to be a dreary human boy, and an elf. She gave the trio a nod as she waited for Kyreth and the hedgeman, and had to fight the urge to do anything more. Just one look at the mountainous woman told Lilann that there would be no shortage of interesting stories to plunder from their conversations, but as they were on a schedule, and with her company being what it was, she guessed it might be best not to push her luck.