Interaction with @Typical @HokumPocus
The Innkeeper's face paled upon learning Ferris wielded crazed magic. Unlike the others, he appeared far more uneasy about this information.
"Where?" The innkeeper squeaked. His eyes widening till they looked like they might fall out. The innkeeper looked from Octavio to Chres in disbelief. Chres offered the man a shrug, which only made the innkeeper pale further.
He looked back to Ferris, wiped his brow and shook his head. Finally, he sighed. "Southside..." He said. The resignation thick in his voice. "I-I'll just.. I'll take you to him..." He walked away as if in a daze. Horror stories, involving Crazed killing a town's worth of people, running through his mind.
"Everything's fine. Everything's perfectly fine." The innkeeper muttered, reassuring himself. Chres could barely make out the words, as the innkeeper lead them Southside. "The sky is black. My shadow moves towards the light. Did that rock over there suddenly move half an inch to right? Yes... yes, it did. Perfectly normal! Just like the Crazed follow me aro- No, no, no... bad thoughts.... bad thoughts... Everything's fine! Everything is just... fine..."
They walked for a few minutes in silence. Chres did his best keep an ear out for trouble. As a bodyguard, it had been his job to survey his surroundings in order to spot trouble before it happened. He needed not worry so much about blending into the crowd. His only concern was to keep the caravan and his master safe from harm.
Things were different now. Chres was no longer a bodyguard, and the ones in control of this town were out there looking for him. Too much glancing about looked suspicious. Suspicion could draw unwanted attention. Unfortunately for Chres, this meant he was out of his comfort zone. Nevertheless, he did his best to remain aware of what was going on around them.
Chres looked to the innkeeper. The man seemed to have regained some color in his face. He had stopped muttering reassurances to himself for the time being. Instead, his focus seemed to be more on keeping the group off the main roads and on ignoring the Crazed wielder behind him.
Sil, sighed audibly. Something she did at times when bored. Getting to her feet, she back-flipped off Chres's head, and took flight. After a few laps around the group, she fluttered up to Chres's right side. Her figure level with his shoulder.
Where's a good puddle when you need one? She thought to Chres.
Chres smiled softly. Sil... He thought back.
Hmm? She replied, looking to Chres with a slight tilt of the head.
Why are you obsessed with puddles? He asked her.
To Chres's surprise, Sil scoffed at the question. Obsessed? She thought back. Obsessed?! First of all, obsessed? Ha! I don't even know what that means!
Chres stared at Sil flatly. Her arms were crossed. An unamused look upon her face. Are... are you upset with me? He asked, feeling slightly confused.
Second of all, She continued, disregarding Chres's question. can yoooooou do this? Sil transformed into her ferret form.
N-no? Chres responded, not quite following.
Sil transformed back and nodded as if satisfied. That's right! I didn't think so!
Chres arched an eyebrow. All this, because I asked you about puddles?
Aaaand third of all, she thought loudly. Eyes closed. Finger raised in the air. I don't appreciate- Sil's eyes shot open. Her thoughts stopping mid-sentence.
"Wait..." She said aloud. "Did you say puddle?"
Chres, mouth slightly agape, stared blankly at her. Shutting his mouth, he nodded slowly in bewilderment.
Sil gasped with excitement. "Puddles?! I love puddles!"
"Sil," Chres said, dumbfounded. "why don't you go play with Lynx?"
"Who?" She asked.
"Your friend, the horsey."
"Oh!" Sil said, pounding the bottom of her fist into her hand. "You Mr. Armadillo!"
"Yes..." Chres sighed. "Go play with your friend, the... whatever you just called it."
Sil giggled and zipped off to go yank on Lynx's tail.
Chres shook his head. "The more I try, the less I understand her." He said to the others. He grabbed his flask of flavored water and took a small swig.
Swishing the water around in his mouth, he overheard the innkeeper reassuring himself again. Chres swallowed the water and looked to Ferris. "You must be use to this sort of thing." He said, nodding towards the innkeeper. "Doesn't seem very pleasant."