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[Color=crimson][b]Time:[/b][/color] Afternoon
[Color=crimson][b]Location:[/b][/color] Myriamor
[Color=crimson][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Myra [@13org], Maeryn [@princess], Alaia [@Alivefalling]
[Color=crimson][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] 
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[i]Then…[/i]

The failure to inflict violence on humans in River Port had left Vrexen eerily quiet. His lack of communication with the others was ominous given his outspoken nature. The only sounds that left him for the first two weeks were simply low growls and muttering. The demon had been railroaded from his passion… his purpose. The demon had always believed violence was the only aspect of life that mattered yet he kept experiencing different in this world. 

[color=crimson][i]This wretched world.[/i][/color]

Food… Amas… Fear… Death… Difficulty… Humans…

Vrexen had begun to despise the reliance on these things, yet as much hate he had gathered in his heart, he never inflicted harm to anyone during his eerie period of docility. The lack of violence or mention of it from the demon had put Astra on edge. The fear of Vrexen snapping at any moment was frightening enough, but now he was behaving so strangely. However, nothing occurred. After some time, the demon eventually spoke again but never commented on the events that occurred in the port town.

Astra took the opportunity to take the role of guide and navigator while she practiced the use of her magic. The dark elven rogue did this for two reasons: to increase her worth to Vrexen, and to leave Maeryn responsible if anything were to go wrong.

All the while, she asked for pointers with erebokinesis. She’d play the two against each other while reaping the benefits until they reached Myriamor, a place she wasn’t exactly comfortable traveling to. Her head was not without a price on it, and so she kept close to Myra and Vrexen as much as she could. The former she bonded with more than the others. Myra was Astra’s big investment after all. So much potential, but the pale demoness needed so much time to bloom. She attempted to teach her about what each ama was worth, the various uses of gadgets, and the effects of different potions. 

At the same time, however, Astra noticed Myra’s extreme aversion to her and Maeryn’s use of dark magic. Even when she wasn’t using it offensively. In an attempt to keep good relations with Myra, Astra decided to use her magic away from Myra. [color=plum][i]Out of sight, out of mind.[/i][/color][hr]

[i]Now…[/i]

Vrexen, Astra, and Myra were essentially window shopping within the Sturdy Stables where Vrexen eyed potential buffet he could help himself to if he ever felt the need to indulge in sinking his teeth into the beasts of burden. As desirable as that was, he was content with just being indoors and out of the sunlight. Still, in his reptilian appearance, he whipped his tail about as he was pleased with Astra’s showing of a place he could ravage later.

[color=plum]“You know if I had a mount, I could keep up with you two.”[/color]

[color=darkturquoise]“You could feed us as well…”[/color] Vrexen spoke plainly. Astra shot him a disgusted look before Maeryn came bursting in with a rare look of excitement on his face. Vrexen let loose a low snarl while Astra simply said,

[color=plum]“Where’s the party, Maerie?”[/color]