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[b][color=16A75E]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=16A75E]Location:[/color][/b] Forest; Near Gaurav Village
[b][color=16A75E]Interactions:[/color][/b] Viola[@13org], Phia[@princess], Darius[@FunnyGuy], Dante[@Alivefalling], Menzai[@samreaper]
[b][color=16A75E]Equipment:[/color][/b] A pack with some supplies, seeds (in his pockets), a small knife, a [url=https://i.imgur.com/g2Sg5vN.jpg]mask[/url] that hangs from his belt, a weapon with a shifting charm that is either a [url=https://i.imgur.com/4Xs4QCG.jpg]sickle[/url] or a [url=https://i.imgur.com/gyIiCzI.jpg]glaive[/url], and a [url=https://i.imgur.com/TNEke0P.jpg]shield/drum[/url] with an unbreakable charm.
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As the Roc fell, Cyrus turned first to check on Viola. Her wounds all appeared shallow, punctures from the Blood Rose’s thrones, but nothing that required immediate attention. He did not have a full understanding of what Viola’s bond with the rose entailed, and so he would not heal the damage the rose caused unless asked. [color=16A75E]“Well done sister, you alright?”[/color] He spoke, more or less ignoring the large wolf that had appeared. He could address the wolf once he knew his sisters were alright.  

Then looked around for Phia, she too was safe, healing the badly injured wolf. He wore a proud smile as he watched the sort of person his sister had become. [color=16A75E]“Ah, Phia is alright too.”[/color] He spoke to Viola, nodding his head towards their younger sister. Now how were the two, probably not, elves?

The burly wolf with the axe was speaking again, and unnecessarily chopping down trees. Cyrus gave a sad sigh, [color=16A75E]“...Or else you’ll continue to murder innocent trees, in a forest that’s just been through a massacre?”[/color] Cyrus asked, gesturing around the shattered forest. 

[color=16A75E]“I’ll assume you’re not implying that the Roc was somehow under our thrall, that would just be silly.”[/color] He pointed out and walked without caution through the mess of broken trees and scattered earth. He rested a hand on a large jagged stump. [color=16A75E]“This one was very old, a great loss.”[/color] He spoke to himself, as he studied the damage. Too many broken trees, even if he hadn’t spent so much mana on the Roc, it was far beyond what he could fix. 

[color=16A75E]“I am Cyrus, my friend, now no longer an unknown. And I believe my sister and I are now guests of Phia’s. Or business, however, is very personal, not something I will discuss here.”[/color] He spoke calmly, only half paying attention to the wolf as Cyrus continued to search among the wreckage until he found one tree he could fix. He placed a hand on the tree until new growth replaced all the tree had lost. This tree would remember the others. It was the best he could offer the forest. [color=16A75E]“It is a sensitive matter, best discussed privately, with whoever is in charge.”[/color] He added. [/color]