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[b][color=01F0FF]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=01F0FF]Location:[/color][/b] Southwest of Roshmi City
[b][color=01F0FF]Interactions:[/color][/b] Rue[@Potter], Bardulf[@Lava Alckon], Bridgette[@Tae], Mister Luum[@FunnyGuy], and Zeva[@Pink Khione]
[b][color=01F0FF]Equipment:[/color][/b][url=https://www.dndbeyond.com/avatars/thumbnails/7/223/1000/1000/636284734857745454.jpeg]Sword[/url], hunting knife, a backpack with supplies, and a stoat named Raze who naps in the pocket of his vest. 
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For a brief moment, everything settled into peace as the group sat around and enjoyed their snacks. While they were all quiet, Rue’s silence held a more somber tone, devoid of even the sound of honeyed toast being enjoyed. Bowyn’s eyes followed Rue’s, catching sight of the same group of dark elves. Their laughter echoed around, destroying the peace with the same ease dark elves destroyed everything around them. It sounded no different from the laughter they unleashed as they killed and maimed and tortured. 

The enemy, weapons outlined beneath their clothes. Bowyn’s posture became unyielding, his focus on them was sharp and cold. 

The enemy, the source of his pain, Rue’s pain, Avalia’s pain. And they laughed. 

The enemy, walking away, allowed to go about their lives, to continue laughing. He exhaled a long cold breath that fogged against Roshmi’s warm air.  

His attention snapped back to Rue as she turned and looked at him with a smile. His expression softened but he could not return the smile. Instead, he just put one arm around Rue until Luum and Bridgette joined them and managed to lighten the mood. 

Somehow Mister Luum managed not to choke on the damn-near entire piece of honeyed toast he shoved into his mouth. Unfortunately, not even food could prevent Luum from continuing his nonsense. The Luumineer’s? Bowyn snorted and rolled his eyes as the elf continued yammering on. Once Luum finished answering his own long string of questions, which Bowyn suspected was really just an excuse for the elf to talk about his favorite subject, Bardulf surprisingly volunteered to answer them as well. Forced group bonding; [i]great[/i]. 

[color=01F0FF]“Favorite color? Also blue.”[/color] He looked at Rue, [color=01F0FF]“Like your eyes.”[/color] A faint smile returned. [color=01F0FF]“Sexual preferences and kinks?”[/color] He looked at Luum for a second and shrugged. [color=01F0FF]“None that would involve you.”[/color] He thought over the rest of Luum’s random string of questions. [color=01F0FF]“I like hunting as well, fishing too,”[/color] he looked at Bardulf with a nod. [color=01F0FF]“And my home, the smell of the forest, the crunch of snow, looking out and seeing the vastness of it all. I dislike those who are unkind to stoats, guess that’s also a pet peeve.”[/color] He shot a glance at Zeva, but he said more as a light jab than a condemnation. 

Bowyn paused to think about the other questions Luum had tossed around. Fears and beliefs sat unanswered and he wasn’t going to offer up anything that could be too easily used against him, only the shared fear that he imagined anyone who wanted to stand against the dark elves shared. [color=01F0FF]“I fear that without decisive action our [i]shared threat[/i] will continue to spread ruin through Avalia until there is nothing left worth saving and I believe there’s only one sure way to prevent that. That’s my life goal; make sure no future generations have to deal with the dark and malevolent creatures we deal with now.”[/color] Having answered Luum’s questions, Bowyn took a large bit of honey toast as Raze climbed down from the fairy’s shoulder and inspected the food on the table. The stoat quickly scarfed down a handful of greedy bites from a piece of toast, chewing it in a manner that showed his disapproval of the snack. 

[color=067878]“Want better food.”[/color] Beedy eyes stared at Bowyn as if the fairy kept a pocket full of dead mice on the chance that Bowyn’s food wasn’t stoat approved. 

[i]Debts owed.[/i] As Bowyn stared back at the stoat he realized he’d forgotten a question. He owed his freedom to the always hungry stoat who’d helped him escape a dark elf prison but he wasn’t going to volunteer that either. He’d have to find a stall that sold roasted rabbit or something for the little guy after they were done here. 

[color=01F0FF]“Oh debts owed. That’s a funny one, officially one [i]could[/i] say I still owe a debt to society but since I don’t acknowledge the false king, I don’t think that counts.”[/color] He added. 

[color=01F0FF]“How ‘bout you Ears? Your life’s purpose really just to buy some new knives and have an adventure?”[/color] He asked Zeva. [/color]