[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/xfL8uT6.png[/img] [h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1] [color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Edge of Lover's Lake -> Deep within the Forest[/color] [color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] Evening[/color] [color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] Ariella[@tpartywithzombie], Anastasia[@princess], Munir[@InfiniteCosmos], Mina/Torvi[@Tae] and Roman [@Reusablesword][/color] [color=D2691E] __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [/color] Farim felt the progression of events speed along in his perception. First this supposed kidnapping, then the rampaging of Roman, and now the guards were being demanded to take off their shoes by his newly made friends. Sorian was certainly an interesting place, with interesting events and even more interesting customs Farim began to surmise mentally. The lingering effects of his "fancy potion" began to fade away as the adrenaline began to course through his body at the realization of his cousin chasing off after such a ferocious beast. Sure he might handle himself but Munir was already distracted with this Lady Mina individual - plus they both seemed to be going through interesting visions with morbid implications. The thoughts ran amok in Farim's mental before he shook his head. He walked up to Anastasia and placed his hand on her back, his palm pushing lightly on the back of his shirt with his fingers resting just along the base of her neck. He spoke calmly and firmly as he continued looking at the gaping hole in the treeline where Roman had just ran through. [color=D2691E]"Annie. I need to go make sure my cousin does not go get himself killed. If I am not back soon - please look after Thara for me!"[/color] Farim turned his head to look at the princess and meet her eyesight if she would do the same, and offer a pleasant smile. Then he dashed madly across the field, feet bounding along the dirt and grass as he attempted to make up the distance the group had already traveled. On his way out, Farim saw and reached for a spool of rope that happened to be among some random objects, feeling that it might be of use for what he had in mind to hopefully stop the rampaging wildsman. As the minutes passed, Farim would switch between running, jogging, and sprinting just to make up for any lost time. His mind raced with thoughts of what to expect and who to look out for. Firstly, his cousin, who seemed just about as reckless as he was in this moment. Secondly, this Mina person that his cousin fawned over so dearly. Thirdly, Roman, his frequent business partner that he would prefer to see alive and well. And finally the mysterious woman who orchestrated this entire little getaway. His concern mainly lied with her, but if she had wanted to do harm he felt that she would have simply snatched Mina in the chaos rather than taunt the party-goers. Farim reasoned he could simply subdue first, ask questions later. For now, his query was rapidly approaching. The man broke through the treeline, beads of sweat falling off his forehead as he panted wildly. The only thing really keeping him going at this point was raw endorphines from the heat of the action - something Farim found rather addicting. He put two fingers together and whistled sharply; attempting to draw the attention of the pair that seemed to be approaching in the clearing. [color=D2691E]"You there! I do not know where my cousin and his friend may be - but I wish to make sure they are alright. But first, I hope you do not mind if I help secure this big fellow here!"[/color] He shouted to Torvi. Farim then paced his steps, making sure to thud them firmly into the ground before stomping twice in place as if to declare this area "his territory". It was all mainly a show - perhaps to get Roman to charge at him hopefully. He then slid the rope off his shoulder, wrapping it around his hand a few times and tightening it with a satisfying [b]crack[/b] [color=D2691E]"As for you big guy. How about you try and show me just how wild these spirits of yours get, eh?"[/color] [/center]