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

Ermes sat on the ground a small distance away from where they were camping, a blue glow emanating softly about a foot away. His cheeks were wet from tears that had long passed as he spoke silently so that the others couldn’t hear him. He didn’t need anyone knowing about his nightly habits, nor did he care to open up to them about his past. These moments, the ones stolen under the moonlight and frozen in time, they were his to have and no one else’s. He’d finished drawing the image of Cerric’s squiggly mass that was meant to represent aether, looking up at the ghostly visage of his parents as he tried his best to explain to them what he had learned about himself on this short trek so far. What he’d done and accomplished since the night before, and more about those who he was traveling with as he began to piece a few more bits of knowledge together. As he spoke to them, a loud thud resonated out within the calm night air, followed by a voice he hadn’t recognized. Instantly the 	two ghosts vanished, the faint light they let out now snuffed as Ermes was once again cloaked in shadows. He peered over the brush that covered him, watching as his allies began to rouse one by one, the illusion of himself sleeping still placed where he had gone to rest. He watched as Ceolfric made his way to confront the voice that he’d heard earlier, Lillian at his opposite ready to strike if need be.

With as many people distracted as possible, Ermes dropped his hold on the illusion, the image simply fading away as he began to skulk throughout the woods. Each step was carefully taken, making sure to avoid any twigs or branches that might give his position away too early. He was used to this, to the stealth, the stalking, the shadows that covered him and blended perfectly with his ever moving hair. He’d snuck up on plenty of people during the day time, and tonight would be no different. It was as the voice had said, a man lay on the ground, the stench of alcohol littering the man as he walked past him. Strangely enough there didn’t appear to be a single container, flask, or otherwise where they would’ve had such drinks. Ermes knelt down next to the man Ceolfric was interrogating, opening the bag that lay on the ground and rummaging through its contents. [color=7b5d92]”All that’s in here are just traveling supplies. Nothing out of the ordinary except…how did your friend here get drunk when neither of you have a single ounce of alcohol on you?”[/color] His tone was flat and solemn as always, no real sense of alarm present in his speech as he stood up next to the man before kicking his pack away from them in the event he’d missed something crucial.