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[sub][color=8E939E]✧     Location: Snakeburrow Woods     ✧     Purse: 12 copper     ✧      [@Achronum]  ✧[/color][/sub][/center]
While the others took their places around the interlopers and Ceolfric put on his territorial display, Kyreth simply watched from his covered spot in silence, unsure what else he could do. Hiding from danger was somewhat of a specialty of his - confronting it, not so much. Of course, as Ceolfric drew answers from one of the highwaymen, they seemed a lot less like danger and a lot more like drunkards, but Kyreth knew better than to think all threat was gone just because someone was heavy with drink. Quite the opposite, often. 

He didn’t miss Lilann’s cue, but he wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do with it; she saw his performance with the wolves, didn’t she? Unless she wanted an encore that concluded in setting the entire forest ablaze, Kyreth was certain everyone would be much better off with him firmly on the sidelines for this one. 

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t concerned. He believed the travelers’ story - truth be told, he balked at it a bit, a little offended that they’d make such a mockery of their god’s sacred places, whichever one it was. But something still didn’t sit right. He could believe some lowlifes went out into the woods to eat, drink and be merry, and stumbled across a travelers’ camp on their way home. But if that was all, then something else had to explain the sudden swell in the ambient aether. 

Kyreth’s heart jumped when Cerric suddenly spoke up from his bed, the Tainted shrinking even further as their guide gave up their position. His eyes became glowing slits as he glared at the half-elf in the dark, who was looking innocently at him in turn, and sighed. There was no recovering from that - the drunks and anyone else in the vicinity definitely heard him. 

[color=8E939E]“Doesn’t seem like it,”[/color] Kyreth replied dismissively, fatigue evident in his words. He kept his voice low, as if not to disturb other sleepers, but didn’t bother whispering. [color=8E939E]“Sounds like some drunks took a wrong turn.”[/color] 

In keeping with his facade of tired annoyance, Kyreth rubbed his shoulder, glancing around innocuously in the guise of stretching his neck to see where Lilann and his other companions had gone. [color=8E939E]“Ugh, first the [i]aether buzzing,[/i] and then all this racket - sleep does not come easy on the road,”[/color] he complained, hoping his companions would take the hint.