[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    slid to a stop, pistol still raised, his other hand on the hilt of the Effigial Blade despite the fact that it hadn’t served any true purpose in the conflict. The flames engulfed the second creature, searing away the Twisted thing with a frightening swiftness. Farren reloaded his pistol in a swift series of motions…just in case, his gaze scanning the area for any extant threats that perhaps hadn’t yet revealed themselves.

Nothing presented itself, but Farren kept the firearm in hand, his other hand on the hilt of the Effigial Blade of Mercy as he glanced the Moonborn Hunter’s way and nodded. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“My thanks,”[/b][/color] the azure-eyed hunter added, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“…that would have been…much worse had you not acted so swiftly.”[/b][/color]

Farren let out a slow breath, frowning as he considered the implications of what had just occurred. He hoped that when Torquil reentered the Dream that it wouldn’t trigger something similar. Farren wondered if the location of the Container of False Pairblood might have an impact on where in the Dream these occurrences happened.

With that potentiality in mind, Farren glanced to the Moonborn Hunter once more, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Do you need to be near Amaris for her to commune with you?”[/b][/color]

Dismissing their weapon in another blue flash, the Shopkeeper turned to Farren, clenched their fist in what seemed like frustration, and pointed urgently toward the workshop.

Farren grunted his assent and began jogging towards the workshop.