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Rohan backed up from Annika when she got physical with him. [color=298e25]"I [i]said[/i] we had to go, there wasn't any time. We couldn't risk staying there when that house started to swallow us up. I didn't think you two were going to try [i]linking up[/i] before you found the way out- Or that we could even do something like that."[/color] He rubbed at his arms and felt the heat start to return to them. [color=298e25]"I'm no so heartless I'd abandon someone [i]there."[/i][/color]

He sighed and stood up straight, using his sword to brace himself. [color=298e25]"We found a house in a forest, a journal, and the woods turned to a storm. I wrote things down before we had to pull out. I-"[/color] He reached into his jacket and withdrew the chunk of bark he retrieved. Rohan held it out and watched the damn thing begin to go up into smoke until it was gone. He frowned.

[color=298e25]"...Well, that's useless."[/color] He grasped a hand around the smoke on the small chance it'd cling to his skin. [color=298e25]"Everything jumped out and turned volatile all at once, so we had to leave before we found out the [i]hard[/i] way what a rising pool of orange gunk would do to us. We can read the notes I took when I'm not freezing."[/color] With that, he walked over and swiped a mug of coffee, taking a long sip from it and appreciating the warmth. Root flew up and over to where Annika stood, perching on her shoulder and ruffling his feathers.