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[sub][color=8E939E]✧     Location: Snakeburrow Woods     ✧     Purse: 12 copper     ✧      [@Hero]  ✧[/color][/sub][/center]
Kyreth wasn’t sure if he agreed with Lilann’s optimistic assessment of his fighting prowess, but luckily the rest of the day’s traveling didn’t necessitate any more demonstrations. Rain threatened again, but did not fall; the damp chill in the air lingered, though, and Kyreth was all the more aware of it for lack of his cloak. And to think he used to complain about the old scrap of canvas he was using before - apparently, it did a lot more for the weather than he gave it credit for. 

For all their chilly walking, Esvelee seemed to get the worst of the trip, visually souring as she listened - or was subjected to - Cerric’s endless chattering. Kyreth only half-paid attention from his spot at the rear of the caravan, eyes trained on the undergrowth along the road for any movement. It was a small comfort that he might be forewarned of another ambush by a buzz in the ambient aether (ideas that were still foreign to him, even after a firsthand lesson) but he wasn’t willing to trust his new extra sense just yet. 

But they made it safely, Selene be praised, and once again Kyreth was making for a spot farthest from the campfire when Cerric addressed the group. A shiver wormed up his spine at the mention of Rot, and immediately his thoughts went to the black sludge he’d been coughing after inhaling so much smoke off that burning wolf. Shit, could he be infected with Rot too? 

Eila seemed unconcerned, thankfully, but worry ate at Kyreth all the same. Maybe he could pull her aside later and see if she could check him for Rot, too. Of course, it seemed she found him first, loudly proclaiming her surprise at his aetherborn status for all the group to hear. 

[color=8E939E][i]Me neither,[/i][/color] he thought exasperatedly, [color=8E939E][i]I’m even more surprised than you are.[/i][/color]

[color=8E939E]“Uh… not particularly, you could say,”[/color] he replied noncommittally, although he soon remembered how unnerving that might sound to the others. [color=8E939E]“But I do now!”[/color] he quickly added, [color=8E939E]“Um, Lord Mystralath is instructing me. That’s, uh, actually why I’m here. Studying the aether.”[/color] He gestured stiffly at the surrounding woods, hoping not to attract any more questions.