While Stepan and Vesemir continued to discuss if a rescue mission would be possible or not in that case, Miwa noticed as Jazdia began scanning the terrain with her magic. Most importantly, she noticed how taxing it was for her to use her power, needing Eblana's help to even stay up after she was done.
"Perhaps it would be wise not to use Jazdia's powers unless strictly necessary..." Miwa suggested, looking at Jazdia with a worried expression.
"Come now, it wasn't so bad." Jazdia chuckled bitterly. "I don't think I can go there without some glowing arrows and fire."
Eblana, who had already known her for a few weeks more than Miwa, sighed at the fact that the suggestion had been repeated multiple times throughout their journey and had been ignored again this time. The charade had started to tire her out.
"Yes, it is. I think you should listen to her. Miss Jazdia, I have a strong reason to believe that the more you use your power, the stronger not only the effect of the curse but also the Caster's influence on your body."
"I will... keep that in mind. Thanks." Jazdia smiled.
"I am serious."
The smile faded, and Jazdia's usual witty remark was not heard as the elven archer's expression hardened. "So do I. If things were as simple as they sound, I would take it in a heartbeat. But let us be real, your superior needs a navigator, and I need my power to help neutralize the threat."
"But, your condition..." The young healer paused in search of words, but once she found them, they struck at the sore spot. "You are right. But I think you don't have to fight."
"And let others fight and bleed for me?"
Jazdia did not need to raise her voice. Her sharp gaze and the bluntness of the question were enough to overwhelm. Not because it intimidated, but because the question had so many layers of complication in it; laced by bitterness of a hurt pride, incapability to fully trust, and desire not to be the burden of others. Eblana tried to open her mouth as she looked at her searchingly, but a moment had passed, and Jazdia released her from her intimidating stare, not allowing anyone to understand her deeper, nor giving her a chance to revise words.
"I mean what I said earlier. I will remember your advice. Thank you."
Then she was gone.
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@Valkon
Banishing these thoughts from his mind, he stood, staring down at the body. Summoning his spadone, he turned the blade downwards, tip resting on the overgrown forest floor, and placed his palms atop the pommel before closing his eyes to pay respect to his fallen would-be comrade. The best way he could honor the fallen knight, he decided, was to ensure that the information he had died to secure was put to good use.
The fallen knight lay still, helmet and armor already blended into the growing moss and vines. It was probably for the best to let him stay in his resting place undisturbed, lest he be there dignified still.
However, some details did not go unnoticed by some, especially by Rezello. There was a vertical slit on the breastplate; it dented inward like a cut from a very heavy axe. Whatever caused such wounds likely led to the knight's demise.
Mr. Elc stood silently, observing as Rezello walked away from the fallen knight. It was not hard to deduce that the masked mercenary came from the same region as the fallen warrior. The question that lingered was how well he knew him or whether the mercenary had another reason for joining the expedition. But that was a question for another time. He had Jazdia coming, with pursed lips and silent disapproval that he could guess was caused by who.
The two stood at a respectable distance from the fallen, separated by a small underground. Far enough to not be inconsiderate of Rezello's tribute, but close enough to observe the details.
"The devourer did that," the masked elf said finally.
"Pardon?"
"The devourer. The other variant of it. No less vicious than what we had the pleasure of meeting yesterday, and this one is a bit smarter, too. They use their sharpened horn to skewer their victim, pin them against the wall, and rip them apart like a can opener."
Jazdia nodded. "I thought so too. The dead knight's party faced strings of misfortunes in that labyrinth, which mortally injured one of their members. They managed to escape from the tunnel at sundown, but the night is always the time for devourers to hunt. They had to leave their wounded friend, a price to pay, so their escape wouldn't be impeded."
"While I understand that it's a necessary action, it doesn't make the situation any less grim."
Jazdia shrugged. "That's the only explanation that I can think of. This is not a safe place to linger." She looked around and noticed that Rezello had started to march toward the cave, followed by Miwa. Her special vision was not active (Due to a certain reason), but she scanned the gaps and crevices and overgrown beyond as if expecting an ambush coming out of the shadows.
"Vesemir, we can begin now! And tell those two not to wander too far from the group."
They could probably hear her, but it wasn't hurt to let the warning be relayed to many ears.


