[center][color=FFCE00][h2][u]The Snakeburrow Woods[/u][/h2][/color][/center]

[center][sub]16th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A.
Evening - Overcast skies[/sub][/center]

[color=mediumspringgreen]"I'd heard the Mystralaths were a weird sort, but taking in a Tainted under wing seems like blasphemy."[/color] Esvelee commented as she joined the group, sitting down on the other side of Cerric while eyeing Kyreth warily. [color=mediumspringgreen]"In all honesty, Agitha's the only reason they're even permitted in town. Only reason we're still standing is 'cause of her; hard to tell her no, never mind the whole mind fucking she does. If Zubil's flock had their way, you'd be run out."[/color] 

[color=skyblue]"Magic is the master of the Mystralaths. They care little for the trappings of the mortal flesh or the shade of soul. Greatness overwhelms morality in many of their eyes, and the Lord I serve is no different. It's probably why we get along so well!"[/color] Cerric waved away the concern with a laugh. [color=skyblue]"Still, they're lucky to have been born in this century. Barely an age ago, they were still hunting Tainted for sport. Now there are even land owning Tainted in Dranir! Time sure flies these days."[/color] Esvelee wrinkled her nose but didn't say anything else on the matter, instead turning to Eila.

[color=mediumspringgreen]"Uh, no offense or anything but you feel sorta like the odd one out here. You have that gentle-folk feel like the Wilree folk have when they come visit the Duke. Why are you wandering out here in the woods?"[/color] Esvelee asked, taking a quick sip from her hip flask. She offered it out to Eila after.

Meanwhile, Cerric latched onto Ermes's question. [color=skyblue]"Primordial aetherborn are innately attended to ambident aether and its movements. Shortly before we were attacked, the ambient aether convulsed, for lack of a better term, and the ripples lasted a disturbingly long time considering it was just three wolves that appeared. It felt a little like…"[/color] Cerric explained, water pooling in his palm. The water separated into long, worm-like ribbons that writhed in his palm before settling. [color=skyblue]"That! I was a little worried for a second, but three Rot-infested wolves were just a tad challenging for the lot of you! I'm sure our darling entertainer will have a fabulous tale to tell when we return."[/color] He shook his hand out, water flying up into the dark as he did. He brought his hand up to his mouth as he yawned and blinked, eyes glassy.

[color=skyblue]"Sorry, sorry! Seems like it's about time I turn in for the evening. Quick stop to the privy and then it'll be lights out for me."[/color] He pushed himself to his feet, and waved as he disappeared into the dark himself.