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[sub][color=7b5d92]✧     Location: Snakeburrow Woods  ✧     Purse: 4 copper     ✧  Interactions:    ✧[/color][/sub][/center]

Everything faded. The wolf, Ceolfric, Eila, and the Tainted Twins, all gone as he began to hack and slice away at the mangled corpse before him. All he could see was the Sahagin threat that killed his family, endangered his people, and the reason why he'd fled. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks with every swing until finally Lilans cry out about the master snapped him back and the wolf was just that, a dead wolf. He wiped the tears off his face as he reached for a cloth that was hidden on an inside pocket of his jacket, pulling it out to wipe the black ichor from his blade before sheathing it.

[Color=7b5d92]"Yeah. Fun."[/color] He hated it, but Cerric was right. They weren't hired to off some wannabe necromancer, they were hired to protect the farm girl and its goods, both of which seemed to be getting away at the moment. Ermes pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as he continued to make his way towards the cart. He spotted Eila breaking into a light jog, catching up to them as he tried to lock step with her. [Color=7b5d92]"You sure you should be running like this? Didn't your leg just get gashed?"[/color] His eyes fell towards her previously injured leg before recalling that she'd mentioned her Aether was used to heal. Weird. He was quiet for a moment, thinking, wondering how exactly her type could be used. Was it purely restorative? Or could she use it in a fight if needed?

 [Color=7b5d92]"So what exactly does yours allow you to do? I'm not schooled in any of this so aside from healing that's kinda all I know. That and that you said you were a physical something or other."[/color] As he looked towards his side to talk to Eila, his eyes kept shifting back, watching as the pair of Tainted grabbed their items back at the end of the fray. Something about one of them seemed off, and he didn't like the feeling. What's more he seemed to have lost his only method of disguise. Ermes could care either way, but he doubted the places they were going would be as kind. They didn't have to work with him. If you could consider anything that just happened [i]working[/i]. Ceolfric seemed to do all the work, Ermes was just supporting him.