Location: Burned Village Mid-Morning [hr] The two kids responded with a frown to Marduk’s demeanor, the girl taking a few steps back while the boy repositioned his sword, clearly not thinking too much of his manner. Thankfully for Reinhardt though, smoothing things over was a simple matter. He gazed warily at the waterskin and hesitantly lowered his sword, accepting the drink with a serious expression. “We…we don’t know much…” The girl responded, expression changing into one of worry. “We live here.” The boy responded a bit firmly, voice faltering a bit as he’d continue. “W-well…lived…here…I guess.” He’d take a small sip of the waterskin before offering it to his sister. “...It happened so fast. We were so busy running and trying to avoid the Fomorians so we could find dad-” “We don’t know much…There was so much fire, burning everything…the fomorians, buildings…everything was burning…But…I did get-” “Thats enough sister.” “B-but…didn’t he say…that knights name is Ethelred…? Wasn’t that one of the ones she-” “Sister!” “Brother!” The two had a momentary glaring match before the brother relented with a sigh. The girl would fidget briefly on the spot, trying to think of the best way to put into words what she had seen. “I did…get a good look at it! T-the fire breathing thing…It was really, really, big. Enough that it could block out the sun with its size. It had these really, really big claws on its feet and a head full of sharp teeth - and also a really weird orange crest on its chest that glowed…” “If it hadn’t been for uhm, this knight lady…with this big red sword we’d…probably not have made it.” The brother continued with a frown. “She…drove it off and led us to a nearby village a few days from here…she told us that if someone by the name of Sorcha, Ethelred or Reinhardt came asking about the Fomorian we should help them…” “...uhm…I still don’t think it was a fomorian…” Well, there they had it. The kids at least provided something useful and even a lead on Elnith from the sounds of it. There was nothing otherwise special about the gouges on the wall, save for perhaps how big they simply were. It seemed like most had come from a downward angle, as though whatever it was was either swinging these claws downwards, or were simply crushed in somethings impossibly strong grip. The fomorians too, seemed nothing special - though if this large fomorian was capable of using such fire, then were these the victim of friendly fire? Had they already expired by the time they were burned? Or perhaps, something else? The two children seemed unsure of what the knights were going to do next, or if they were in trouble for being out here in the first place. [hr] Location: Southern Giants Rest Early Night [hr] [@VitaVitaAR][@Pyromania99] Fio headed down from the library, Sucaria blissfully asleep or simply choosing not to bother Fio at the moment. Fio, would eventually find her way to where the queen was, and perhaps, she’d be a little dismayed by the scene. A number of soldiers had gathered around both her and the queen. A pile of empty mugs were sitting haphazardly on the table near them. Leo was standing nearby, a bemused expression being worn. [color=fff79a]“What’s the matter, Luna?”[/color] Sorcha grinned with a boisterous laugh. The entire room reeked of alcohol by now, and the group was certainly enjoying themselves. [color=fff79a]“You said you weren’t a lightweight!”[/color] She’d slam the mug in her hand onto the ground, causing it to shatter upon impact. [color=fff79a]“Bring me another already! I’m parched, ahaha!”[/color] Maybe, Fio would have thought to leave before she was seen - [color=fff79a]“Ah? Fio!”[/color] Too late. The Queen got up from her seat and before Fio could run, she’d run over, grab the small girl and shoved her face right into her chest. [color=fff79a]“Come! Join us! Luna and I are having a friendly competition!”[/color] Fio, was then, dragged back to the seat and plopped down right next to the Queen. [color=fff79a]“Luna luna, I found a third player!”[/color] Fio was still being firmly held against the queen’s bosom. [@FrogRFlowR] [hr] Upon seeing the armored man heading to his assumed rescue, the Tuatha’s eyes widened, a friendly grin spreading across his face. “Ahaha, I almost expected Cecilia to come herself. Guess she's still busy with the giants to send a friend.” He’d respond quietly, but with a friendly tone. “Only that these guys and mine have been fighting a lot. Got careless and got nabbed on the way back from Airedale…but you probably know that. It'll be easier to fill ya in once I'm out.” He’d frown before shaking his head with a grin. Seems he had some assumptions about who Niall was, but ultimately that could work out in Niall's favor if he wanted to stick with it. There was well, not many choices of hiding as armored as Niall was. The best chance were a number of boxes proved just high enough to hide behind and conveniently would seem to have enough room for someone to move behind silently if they were acrobatic or quiet enough…though it might otherwise be hard for him to get to the door she had left through. The table nearby…a few cutting implements. Scalpels? Some thread, several jars of some sort of…grotesque body parts that seemed to come from various fomorians. The table itself didn’t seem to have anything too important except maybe telling of what she might be about to do here. She likely had anything important under lock and key until she was ready to use it. “If you can’t get me outta here - that freaky fomorian ran off with my axe. Get it and I can get out myself.” Said freaky Fomorian could be heard in the room she had entered, humming a little tune to herself as she went about whatever work she was doing. He still had time, it seemed.