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[color=1BC617]Time: Afternoon
Location: River Fairy Kingdom - Treeant Inn
Interactions: Yuka [@princess], Aiko [@CitrusArms]
Mentions: Xavier [@Potter]
Armor: Adamantine [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/80/5f/c4805f0c85d36c6e567d9b879ec955b2.jpg]Half-Plate and Steel Chain Mail[/url] (currently in his room)
Weapons: [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e8/e0/29/e8e0292c90e62846f57857c0ec0fd696.jpg]Apricus;[/url] a Mithril longsword, a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/50/25/0c/50250caf8e74c1f9709c8f84f6a3cc69.jpg]steel sheild[/url] with barrier charm (currently in his room), and a steel dagger. 
Mount: [url=https://horseyhooves.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/American-Paint-Horse.jpg]Cow[/url], a black and white Oak Horse (at the stable)
Equipment: [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/e9/49/d5/e949d5a851dc0755ec03af20b3ab36a1.jpg] Bow and quiver of arrows[/url]. Small backpack: 1 large red potion, 3 medium blue potions, 3 medium red potions, darksight glasses, wayfinder, and fire kit. A transmission bracelet (connected to Augus) and a pouch of amas.[/color]
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[color=B7E3B6]Orias felt clawed hands grip his shoulders, his hand immediately went to grip his dagger even as the rest of his body sought to leap outside of his skin. After four months of constantly waiting for a threat that never quite came an anxious Orias gave an exasperated sigh as he found himself facing the cause of most near heart attacks, Yuka. 

[color=1BC617]“We should get you a bell to wear, Yuka if you insist on stalking me like a cooped-up housecat.”[/color] He said, hand releasing its grip from the dagger’s handle. Aiko followed shortly behind Yuka, mentioning their unlikely involvement in a royal hunting party. He gave a grateful look towards Aiko, hoping that meant they were joining. Aiko’s presence at least split Yuka’s attention, and the dreamwalker got along far better with the feline than he did. He found it difficult to express anything more than annoyance at her inability to take anything seriously for longer than a passing instance. He constantly had to remind himself that Yuka was helping them, in her own way, and it was not a cat’s nature to behave like an elf, 

[color=1BC617]“We’re all going then? Where’s Xavier? The boy should have a better understanding of what we’ll be fighting for, a deeper appreciation for Avalia will help motivate him.”[/color] He found no sign of the normally punctual human, a damper on the day’s plan. He needed to find the right motivation for Xavier, something he could draw upon when the time came. [/color]

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[color=1BF285]Time: Afternoon
Location: The Nest
Mentions: Helio [@princess], Barboda [@Alivefalling]
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives, 1 dagger, a spyglass, a wayfinder, a pouch of amas, and various jewelry. [/color]
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[color=C1E9EC][color=1BF285]“Ay right now he may indeed be one wasted fairy but that ain’t the lad to mess with. Sent more than his fair share into Aklenroth's embrace 'n' many more to come. Best let him do as he wishes.”[/color] Nym spoke to those who surrounded Helio. He only chuckled some as he watched Helio teetering atop a barstool spouting off his own version of their encounter with Arden. 

They were all off duty, Helio was more than free to make his own bad decisions right now. He imagined it was rough on the fairy, to be so at odds with his nature, a fairy gone dark, better designed to end life than to foster it. Helio would have to work that out in his own way, perhaps giving in to drink would lead him to give in to what he was now. Nym could see the necessity in this, he had the patience to wait for the lad to grieve the loss of who he’d been because once Helio was done with his catharsis, a truly dark fairy would be an incredible asset to his crew. 

It was Barboda who saw the need to intervene, grabbing Helio’s leg and knocking him to the floor. Nym only rolled his eye and let the two of them sort it out. He was captain while they sailed, and in a tavern, he would not be playing babysitter to two squabbling sailors. He waited, only half his attention on the two, but with no plans to intervene unless things escalated to anything past a simple bar fight. Some men needed to blow off steam, and most things were best settled on shore than the sea. [/color]