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[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] The Patch.
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Interactions[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Zhalia Ramshorn [@Benzaiten], Manon D'aureville [@PatientBean], Scott Wheeler [@Blizz]
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]School of Magic[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Divination & Illusion
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Items[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Suit / Crutches
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	Simon was feeling fine about his company until... [i]well, right up until they started [b]moving[/b] again.[/i] His intuition could be... sudden and strange, at times he chased feelings that he had no real answer for. A stray whim here, a stray whim there but [i]this[/i] felt like [i]danger[/i]. Well-- actually, maybe [i]danger[/i] wasn't quite right, it felt like [i]uncertainty[/i], it felt like Zhalia was [i]hiding[/i] something. 

	He and Manon were perfect strangers, people she didn't know well enough to be comfortably open with but it left him [i]wondering[/i]. Zhalia started to list off the herbs they needed to find and he realized finally that he was boring a hole into her with his eyes. He broke his gaze to look out towards the forest beyond them, it looked [i]much[/i] less pleasant in the gloom of nightfall. The branches were like reaching fingers, trembling at every breeze. The whole thing was making him feel trapped, like a prey animal surrounded in predators.

	He almost didn't notice the approach of Scott at all. A man who had always looked [i]just[/i] homeless enough to him that he never entertained the idea of being attracted to him. He was far more inclined to men without beards but he [i]had[/i] noticed him around which was saying something. Scott had enough of a presence to him that he scarcely went wholly unnoticed. "[color=7ea7d8]Pleased to meet you.[/color]" he says, although this is debatable and he's starting to feel crowded. "[color=7ea7d8]The more the merrier, right?[/color]"

	[i]Yeah, sure, let's travel in a [b]pack[/b] into the woods.[/i]

	"[color=7ea7d8]I feel a bit odd myself,[/color]" he admits, although he's reluctant to point the blame at Zhalia, just yet. He looks to Manon, tries to make sense of what he thinks [i]she[/i] must be feeling. There had to be some level of clairvoyance behind the claim, or perhaps she just wasn't a fan of the ambience. Either way, he found it hard to disregard. "[color=7ea7d8]Never much liked the woods.[/color]"

	This is perhaps the first entirely earnest thing he's said all night. He had never really been built for this kind of reckless exploration, it made his skin crawl when he thought about ticks, fleas or any other manner of parasitic insect. 

	He pushes onward despite his apparent discomfort with their surroundings, crutches digging into the earth for purchase. It was getting to be more and more of a workout, the further in that they got. "[color=7ea7d8]Just promise you all won't run off a ditch me here if things go south.[/color]" He jokes lightly, although he can't help but feel a little grim about it. 

	He looked to Zhalia again, maybe hoping to gauge more information from her. He leans into his intuition here, hoping to find something.
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