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                                                                  The ride was grueling, as expected. But he had made a rather good decision in bringing the group to a Kingdom like Kincade. He had known it was well protected, and not just anyone would be allowed passage inside. Still he wondered, if Belva hadn't been there, would they had been allowed into the city? It seemed that mermen and sea nymph took kindly to one another. It sort of made Alexander wish that their were still elves around. That kind of comradery wasn't something he witnessed daily, and he hoped to sometime in the future to meet someone like himself.

                                                                  He prayed that the Keeper had nearly brought his race to extinction over a mistake his mother made. She was one elf out of hundreds; they didn't all deserve to be punished. Perhaps, if he had ever been able to feel romantic love, he could have had a child of his own, and kept the his kind in the mix. But how could he bring a child into such a cruel world? A place with men just like him, only looking to get to the top, and not caring who they had to cut down to get there. Alexander didn't know why he was all of a sudden feeling so condemned. But when he finally came out of his thoughts, and really took in what was before him, the elf better understood.

                                                                  It was Bishop. His presences was making him soft. And perhaps that was a good thing, but it was bad as well. Alexander had promised to allow no one and nothing get in his way of his goals; for now, the boy was an ally. However, there was no telling what kind of hindrance his presence could be in the future. Whatever the case, he taken the responsibility. And he was normally a man of his word.

                                                                  Upon reaching a clearing in the woods, the group disbursed. The thick of lush green trees was always a sight for sore eyes, and many flowers and vines brought color upon the canvas that was the forest. Beneath them was a bed of fresh grass, soft enough to lay on without a blanket at all. Phineus went to gather fire wood not far from camp, and Alexander proceeded to set up his and Silas' tent, while the man prepared food for the fire. He had gotten a pack of fish in the market. Overall, it seemed that things would be rather peaceful. And the elf tried to keep any looming worries of danger from his mind.

                                                                  He took sanctuary in his tent, but left behind Bishop's cloak, which he found. Therefore, Alexander wasn't alone for the long. The boy came bursting in, and tossed his arms around his neck-- squeezing him, as he did before. He didn't know much about embraces, or how long they should last, so he sat and allowed the boy to thank him. Albeit he didn't move to hug him in return.

                                                                  Once he had gone, Alexander removed his jacket, and put on the white tunic he had bought, along with the vest. But left the cloak and large belt for tomorrow. It was merely chilly, and he needed a shirt. The elf left the tent pulling back the flap and realized that the fire was already burning high in the center of camp. Silas, Phineus, Belva and Bishop were gathered around. He stood for a moment, listening to them talk about the fire. And upon hearing the word free, he smiled. It seemed the boy had the same wishes he did.

                                                                  Alexander walked over, scooped the boy up and tossed him horizontally into the air. Bishop laughed as he turned him over on stomach and flew him around the fire like an airship. Phineus and Silas were delighted it seemed, and dinner was almost done. When he finished, he sat Bishop back down beside Belva, and had a seat on his other side. He then reaching down to remove a tie from his arm and pull his hair into a ponytail.

                                                                  Alexander glanced at the woman for but a moment, and noted the pin in her hair. His gaze faltered, but Silas caught him staring and spoke up in hopes of embarrassing his companion as he got up and passed out freshly steaming fish, on flat wooden plates. "That is a rather expensive looking hairpin. Where did you get it?"

                                                                  Alexander scowled and rolled his eyes in disbelief that the man could be so childish. Just because he hoped to win over a woman with jewels, did not mean that the elf had the same intent. "Just shut up and eat. We need to rest as soon as possible, and get moving before the sun rises tomorrow."

                                                                  Phineus shrugged from across the flames. "I'm actually quite curious myself..."

                                                                  "Oh for ******** sake! I bought it for 'er! 'Appy? Everyone around the fire jovial with joy? Good. Now eat."

                                                                  There was complete silence for a moment, and Silas spoke up again. His face full of fish. "How do you like it Belva? The pin, not the fish..."

                                                                  Alexander could feel his anger growing, but he attempted to keep it under control for Bishops sake.

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                                                                          here was an undeniable gentle nature about Alexander when handling Bishop that Belva hadn't expected. It seemed she wasn't the only one that was affected by the boy. But how could you not? His eagerness to please, his wisdom, his ingenuity, and his innocence were qualities that had proved to be contagious amongst the group. And in this moment as she watched Alexander entertain the young boy, their two other companions smiling happily, and the fire blazing in the center of it all, it wasn't hard to forget what brought them together. It was...... peaceful. Something she hadn't thought she'd be experiencing, not with these men, and could only wonder what it would have been like had Bishop not joined them. Never the less she was happy the oracle had decided as much and could only hope the man stayed safe in his son's absence. No doubt Daemos had caught on by now that they'd gone through the village. Now it was only a matter of how much damage they'd caused in their wake. Bishop's laughter, however, was quick to pull such dark thoughts from her mind and remind her that now was not a time for sorrow, but one to relax and put their worries behind until morning. "......Careful....." She mumbled as she watched the elf and the boy, their shadows flickering across the earth displaying a show of their own. Belva couldn't help but envy their ability to see life in such a light despite their tribulations whilst she, a queen who'd had spent her years in the extravagant comforts royalty had to offer, was unused to it. She grieved for the loss of her brother but here these men were with a pleasantness about them and a smile in their eyes despite experiencing so much heartache. It made her realize just how much toughening up she had to do and how much she'd missed out on. All that she'd had was given to her and therefore she had not enjoyed it as one should. It was normal to her. But this child, these men, they were living proof that she took things for granted before and even now as they sat amongst the fire with the stars gleaming down upon them it had been revealed that the most revered form of beauty and happiness could not be found in the pleasures of a palace nor the riches of royalty. It was something found in all things natural, born of the earth and from life in which it grew with time. This moment? It could not be replicated with magic or any form of wealth. It was something one could only experience on their own, with the right people, in the right place.

                                                                          Belva could see Alexander watching her from the corner of her eye as they prepared to eat dinner but did not turn to meet his gaze in fear of breaking some silent.... rule of some sort.... She felt that if she were to do so, he might look away sooner. And for some reason that didn't sit well with her. When his gaze did break however Silas decided to cast his own upon Belva and mentioned the pin in her hair. She didn't see the point in mentioning it's expense as it was of little consequence to her. The fact he'd done so much as mentioned it at all was rather peculiar as she would have thought that the man wouldn't have found much interest in her own devices. If anything she would have thought the simple conclusion to make would be that she'd bought it for herself.... Something was amiss here.... Still, she would have answered had not Alexander done so himself and it slowly became clear that Silas wasn't at all interested in the pin so much as he was using her as the butt of some sort of joke to get on Alexander's nerves. And she hated being put on the spot, let alone used. The blond even had Phineus in on it now and she looked between the two desperately hoping they wouldn't start an argument. Not when things were seeming to settle down for Alexander and they were all beginning to enjoy themselves. Of anyone she'd hoped Silas would have understood that much. But he continued to gnaw away at her until Alexander finally snapped and announced that it had been him who had bought the hair pin. The silence afterwords had indicated that the conversation was over and all seemed to be moving on... until Silas decided to bring it up and test his luck. ".... It's beautiful.... But I'm afraid if you continue to press the matter any further, the fish won't be the only one with a stick up their a**, cooking over the flame." She said with a grin and happily bit away at her dinner, throwing the spine of it into the fire causing it to pop for emphasis.

                                                                          Normally she wouldn't have made such harsh remarks so easily but Silas was pushing it and the last thing they needed was for the man to ruin their perfectly good evening by angering Alexander. Especially in front of Bishop who had yet to see the man in his extreme. Even Belva questioned she'd yet to see as much though if it meant preventing things from going back to the way they had on their first day together then she would say what needed to be said to keep Silas quiet. Bishop snickered a little after the threat had been made but she was unsure if it was because he truly understood what such threats would entitle or if it were because she'd used the word a** in her statement. Either way she'd hoped she'd gotten her point across because she wasn't exactly looking forward to carrying it out.



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                                                                  Alexander ate rather quickly. He always did. The elf didn't take much pleasure in smell and taste. He merely ate to sustain his body. Normally, he would tuned out whatever else happened around the fire, with thoughts of his next step. But still his ears managed to pick up on what Belva had to say in response to Silas' prying.

                                                                  Honestly, it should have come as no surprise. The woman was full of wit, and although he had found it exasperating when they first met, he figured it entertaining when he wasn't the target. Alexander licked his lips in an attempt to hide the smile that crept across his face-- as foreign lines wrinkled the corners of his mouth.

                                                                  Alexander allowed his gaze to fall to the green grass. There was a good deal of wind rustling through the fire, and he worried that soon their would be rain. He could only pray for clear skies until they reached Oasis. Hopefully there, they could better acclimate the weather. Already his mind had been taken; the smile that was about to appear was lost to a sea of foreboding thoughts.

                                                                  "Ah, I see. What happens in Kincade, stays in Kincade." Silas wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, before Phineus smacked him upside the head with a heavy hand.

                                                                  "She is threatening to dangle you over the fire. And if her word is as good as Alexander's, I wouldn't take such a warning lightly." The half-giant looked toward Belva with an apologetic glance. Obviously sorry for allowing his want for fun, make her uncomfortable.

                                                                  However, Alexander had already forgotten the moment. He had a strange feeling now, as he watched the grass dance at his feet. And wondered if he should scout the forest while the others prepared for sleep. Just in case.

                                                                  Bishop hadn't had a vision, but it wasn't likely he saw everything. The elf would be foolish to think a boy his age could control such a gift just yet. All his life he had prided himself on having a plan and being prepared, not to mention following his gut. And right now, his gut was telling him that something wasn't right. There wasn't merely bad weather on it's way.

                                                                  Alexander abruptly got to his feet and picked Bishop up. "Time for bed." Of course, he was directly going against what he had told the boy before about not telling him what to do. But he wasn't making the boy sleep. He simply wanted him out of a sight, until the paranoia went away. Alexander placed him back down and gave him a gentle push in the direction of his tent. "Quickly..."

                                                                  Once he was inside, his eyes shifted to Phineus and Silas. "Put the fire out."

                                                                  The man frowned. "Why? What's the matter?"

                                                                  "Do as I say. I'm tired of 'aving to explain myself." Alexander barked.

                                                                  In that moment, not even bothering to warn Belva, he snatched her plate and tossed it clear across the fire as his companions scrambled to toss dirt into the flames. Alexander picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder with hardly any work at all and started in the direction of her tent. He knelt down and stepped inside; dropping his shoulder, he knelt down and placed the woman on ground. Before she could protest, he put a finger to her lips-- his gaze level with her own, and his eyes very serious. "Do not speak."

                                                                  With that, he vanished, finding his vision muddled by darkness. The fire was out, but he didn't feel any safer. Suddenly, the horses where were neighing in the distance, wrestling against the trees they were tied to, and as soon as Alexander turned to see if could make out any danger, a vine whipped over top of Belva's tent and smacked him in the face.

                                                                  No noise came from him, but the aching and fieriness that was upon his cheek was like an inferno. The impact sent him flying backward onto the ground as Phineus and Silas fled to get their weapons. "Zander!"

                                                                  Alexander groaned there, reaching up to feel the large gash in his face that oozed fresh crimson blood. In the distance, a shadow appeared, seemingly adorned by the forest. It's eyes glowed golden as it emerged from the side of the Queen's tent, with murder on the agenda for the night.

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                                                                          elva paid no mind to Silas' taunts as clearly the man was unimpressed with her threat. However she did bother to glance Alexander's way if only to assure herself that the man wasn't about to implode in on himself for one reason or another. But instead of anger she found that the elf was consumed in deep thought, the silent hint of an unfamiliar expression creeping upon his face only to disappear just as quickly as it appeared. Upon hearing Phineus speak up she turned to the man with a softened look and gave a quaint nod. "Oh, it's quite alright Phineus. After all if Silas insists on having his fun, why can't I?" She was only toying with the men and had no intention of doing them any harm. But she was well aware they probably suspected as much. Suddenly Alexander stood up, causing the group to look towards him curiously as he eased over to Bishop and instructed him to go to bed. The boy pursed his lips slightly but did not protest and immediately ran off and did as Alexander had said. Soon after the elf then instructed the two other men to put the fire out and upon being questioned made it clear that he had no intention of elaborating as to why. Belva peered up at Alexander with a puzzled look about her just as he leaned down and tossed the woman over his shoulder. She was stunned by the sudden action and even more so as he moved towards her tent. She looked around suspiciously as if expecting the explanation for such behavior to expose itself in the fading light of the fire as Silas and Phineus slowly but surely killed it.

                                                                          Once they were inside her tent Belva found herself gripping Alexander as he slowly began to tilt forward giving her the impression he was about to drop her. Instead he merely placed her on the ground before backing up just enough to look her in the eye. She opened her mouth to speak but he made quick work of such an act and placed a finger on her lips, telling her not to. Belva wasn't sure what to say at that point and had she had any words to share, they would have been lost. The fact that the fire's light had vanished and all that illuminated the elf was the mere glow of the moon that cast a down upon his hair and back didn't help to steady her nerves. What in god's name was going on here? Surely he wasn't suggesting....... The mere thought caused her face to heat up as her hands searched for the sides of her cloak and wrapped it tightly around her exposed torso. Had this been the reason for his sudden kindness? After how harsh and brooding he'd been before? He-...... He was leaving. Belva slammed back onto her back with relief, practically having a heart attack before turning just as red as previously as she realized it hadn't been his intention at all. She felt.... well... simply embarrassed to have even considered such a theory to begin with.

                                                                          Suddenly Belva felt an unsettling sensation curling in the pit of her stomach and without rhyme or reason she reached out for her bow and held it tightly as she watched Alexander's moonlit figure make his way through the darkness. Something wasn't right. From where she sat she could feel chills running up her spine and it almost felt as if the darkness around her were about to swallow her whole. And as if on cue, a vine appendage leapt out from just above her tent and struck Alexander with such strength that it knocked the elf off his feet. Belva heard Silas cry the man's name and as a result she too ran out to see if he was alright only to hear the thunderous sound of something landing just behind her. The earth quaked with the motion and as she turned to look at what it might be she saw Bishop rise from his tent and do just the same. The boy was shocked into silence and it wasn't until the monstrosity drew its attention towards the boy and lifted a long tree like arm above him that Bishop managed to make a sound. And what a sound it was. The child's screams of fear flooded the air causing the giant in front of them to rumble as it brought its enclosed fist down. "BISHOP!" Before she knew what she was doing Belva threw herself at Bishop, pulling him into her cloak before rolling the both of them out of harms way. The monument like creatures arm smashed through earth and stone alike as its fingers, like that of tree roots, dug into the ground. Once it realized it had missed it's target a shower of vines began to rain down upon them, piercing the ground in whichever direction in an attempt to impale one of the travelers below. She didn't waste any time amidst its fury and ran towards the treeline where the horses were located and placed the young boy in a tree. "Stay here and don't m-" her voice was cut off as something entangled itself around her leg, pulling it out from under her and causing her jaw to snap shut as it struck the ground. Her bow clattered to her right along with her quiver and she clawed at it as the snake like vine began to pull her away from the tree in a rapid motion. As soon as her fingers graced the material, she clutched the bow in her hand and began wildly striking at the vine, sending small splinters of plant like flesh splintering and flying about.



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                                                                  After this, the elf was sure that a marriage and children were completely out of the questions for his future. He had put Belva and Bishop into the tents for a reason, however, it was foolish of him to think that they would stay there. No one ever listened to him. And he was always forced to do things the hard way.

                                                                  Unfortunately, he had been struck so hard, he was having a tough time pulling himself together. The pain surging through his face and previous wound in his back, due to the impact of the ground, was stifling. And he didn't know if it was possible for him to get up at the necessary speed to steady himself without falling back over. Alexander continue to swipe at his face in the hopes that the blood flowing from his wound would stop, but it continued on profusely.

                                                                  He hissed loudly, smacking the ground beneath him with rage so abundant it seemed to radiate off his tanned skin. There was only one of this creature, but it's vine like arms were keeping all members of the party occupied. He managed to see Belva run off with Bishop, but his worry that something had happened to them coaxed the elf to his feet. His legs wriggled underneath him and his knees felt like they had simply vanished.

                                                                  Still, he endured.

                                                                  Alexander moaned loudly, struggling to get his legs working again as his eyes darted around the camp. The creature wasn't far, but it's focus was on three point of interest, giving him time to locate his tent. Stumbling toward his destination, Alexander crawled inside the structure and fell over, using his elbows to pull himself across the grass toward his bag which held his weapon. He removed his newly pilfered sword and cut a hole in the side of the ten before clambering his way out.

                                                                  He suddenly wished he hadn't been so hasty to put the fire out. This dark was making it hard to see anything. And his heart was pounding so loud he couldn't hear himself think. He had never been so sick with pain and worry before in life. Such emotions had been lost on him. As he often was able to evade danger, and the need to care about anyone.

                                                                  "Silas! Phineus!" Alexander growled.

                                                                  "To the right!" The half-giant roared, having kept an eye on the woman, but unable to help her due to his own slew of vines that were encircling his body, as Silas attempted to set his brother free. The man was swinging his sword wildly in the night, as the moonlight glinted off his blade.

                                                                  Alexander was relieved to have direction. He turned immediately and started forward, spotting the horses and Bishop, but no Belva. At least not a first. There was something moving along the forest floor. A vine had the Queen by the leg and was dragging her through the grass expeditiously. He readied his weapon and rushed forth on swift feet, tossing himself forward into the air. Alexander flipped over Belva and landed briskly on the vine, swiping his blade down through it with great speed and strength; just as it was dragging her halfway through his legs.

                                                                  The creature did not make any sounds of pain. Mostly likely because it was a product of magic. It had no feelings, and wasn't looking for revenge. It was merely following orders.

                                                                  Alexander's rear was resting gently upon the woman's pelvis region and awkward as it may have been, he remained in a couching position, facing away from her for some time-- until was sure it was safe. He stood up, dropping his sword and turned around reaching for Belva's arm to pull her roughly to feet.

                                                                  His eyes glared down at her, although he wasn't angry; he had been scared for her-- and Bishop. "I put you in the tent! And get out of the tent! Why does that not surprise me, your 'ighness?" He whispered loudly between clenched teeth.

                                                                  Alexander stepped forward and felt something crack. His eyes fell, seeing her hairpin among the grass. The elf thought for a moment, fighting his own human urges, but he was too late. He swooped down, and picked up the object with his free hand. Gently, he swooped it into her hair as it had been before. His eyes admired her for but a second, before he came to.

                                                                  The elf's chest heaved breathlessly in and out, as he blinked once and released her arm. "I need you to aim for it's eyes. They glow, as if the magic flows from there. Two good shots." He sighed in frustration retrieving his weapon. "Maybe you could do one thing I ask of you, just as I've instructed it..."

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                                                                          elva felt her skin scraping across small stones and twigs and by no means found herself appreciating the softness, not now. Her bow wasn't doing the job and she could hear Bishop screaming for her as she neared the treeline. She was going to be devoured by the darkness. She could feel it. "What?" A figure flipped over her with such speed that for a moment she thought it was merely another attack. That perhaps something was being flung at the large being of unknown origin. But as she was pulled closer and the vine around her leg was severed, flecks of red hair came into view under the moonlight and she came to discover that the individual crouching just over her lower half was none other than the elf who had been injured during the initial reveal of the statue like monstrosity. He was silent and she dare not move for the first few minutes they sat there. It wasn't until she realized how incredibly... odd.... their proximity to one another was as well as awkward that she reached a hand up, prepared to gently tug at a piece of the man's hair only to have him whip around and grab her by the arm and pull her upright. As Belva bounced to her feet she flinched slightly at the sudden frustrated tone that she knew all too well. But that was the least of her worries. "You're bleeding, Alexander." her whisper hadn't held even the slightest sound of retaliation, nor was she sure if he'd heard.

                                                                          Alexander took a step forward before the smallest of sounds escaped the earth beneath them. As the two simultaneously peered down she caught sight of the hair pin he'd given to her and subconsciously touched the place where it had fallen out, shocked that she hadn't noticed. She wanted to reach down and pick it up but dare not give him reason to believe that she wasn't listening as well as a reason to scold her any further. Much to her surprise however Alexander did just as she'd wanted to and knelt down to collect the pin before placing it in her hair. There was a brief moment where she thought she'd seen something in his eye but it wasn't long before his brow furrowed once more and he began to give her orders. Belva nodded hesitantly and looked up at the golem, it's eyes two blazing stars amidst the night sky. "I'll try. I'm no prodigy though, I have to warn you." She gave Alexander a stern look, knowing that this may be a time where she could prove herself to be something more than a carrier of the book. Someone who could help protect the group. If that wasn't pressure enough then the fact that she was the only one with a range weapon was. She couldn't afford to miss. And with determination in her eye, she quickly wiped away some of the blood that had accumulated just below the gash and turned to run for a better angle.

                                                                          Somewhere along the way she was able to scoop up the quiver she'd left behind and strung it over her shoulders before spreading her feet apart just enough to steady her posture. Carefully, Belva brought the loaded bow up to her face and waited several moments for her hands to steady before taking a deep breath...... and releasing the first arrow. It was a hit and in the moment she saw the sparks flood the face of the golem she jumped a little in excitement before realizing she wasn't near through. The monster was enraged now, or so she had translated its actions to be of such an emotion as a dozen more vines erupted from crevices in its chest, legs, and arms. It's root hands scraped the ground and swung about wildly, knowing that its damaged state would hinder its success in the task at hand. It was almost moving too much. She would need a better view. And as if he had read her mind, Bishop began calling for her once more. Belva turned and ran towards the boy in the tree that she'd put him in and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead before scaling up the branches as quickly as possible.There was a gap twixt the path she'd chosen and with little time to spare she felt that a leap of faith was in order. So leap she did.... and failed miserably. Both her and Bishop screamed as the queen rapidly began to plummet only for her foot to get wedged between a forked branch, leaving her dangling about like an ornament. "I swear to the gods I'm going to decapitate these clumsy legs of mine!" She hissed before realizing that she still had a chance to finish what she'd started. Raising the bow, she began cautiously angling her next shot, firing to the best of her ability. It was a miss. Belva steamed with anger only to feel the slight tap on her head as Bishop, directly below her on a branch of his own, opened her quiver and retrieved another arrow before handing it to her.

                                                                          The golem continued its attack and the moment only intensified as his focus landed on Alexander. A large hand raised and it shot out for the elf and in that moment she felt her hand release the arrow. It soared through the air, it's enchanted properties shooting about in purple veins around the blackened tip of the object before it struck the last eye remaining on the giant. It erupted in light that shone as bright as the sun and lit up the area to the point that one from miles away might have suspected a massive explosion had taken place there. As it slowly died down a rumble of the earth gave way and the massive spellbound attacker rocked from every which way before finally falling backwards into the trees, crushing several and fracturing five in the process. By this time Bishop had climbed his way up to Belva's foot and as she grabbed hold of the nearest branch he helped release her causing the woman to swing about before she finally dropped to the forest floor and landed on her feet. When Bishop too descended, the pair walked towards the large corpse that now lay in ruins and stepped upon its massive chest in wonder. Now that they were able to observe it more closely it became apparent that strange symbols had been carved into the stone beneath the wrappings of tree and root alike. "Where did it come from?" Bishop asked in a winded tone to which Belva could only shake her head, uncertain of what to tell him. "I haven't the slightest clue. It looks much prettier now that it's dead though. Wouldn't you agree?"



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                                                                  "Bleeding, she says. I'm always bloody bleeding when she is around." He grumbled, as Belva's first arrow hit the creature and seemed to do a good enough amount of damage that she was quite hellbent on a second. But once the easy shot was made, it seemed she craved a better angle for the more difficult one. Which, in turn, gave him time to make his way out of the thick of the woods toward the clearing.

                                                                  However, the elf was moving slow. Alexander may have acted like his acrobats had been second nature when he was standing before the Queen, but such feats came a hefty price. Being as he still wasn't healed from the stab wound he had suffered, or the Orcs he had defeated, nor to the guards he was forced to subdue-- not much should have been expected from the man. And yet still, he was a beast that could preserve through any pain and any hardship. He merely needed to pull himself together.

                                                                  Alexander stumbled over a branch in his pursuit of Silas and Phinues, just as the creature caught sight of him. Perhaps it was the noise, or the elf's soft moaning; he couldn't be sure. A vine was speedily coming his way and all he could think to do was fall to the ground. And so he did.

                                                                  It was then, in that moment, that Belva released an arrow from the tree by the horses. It danced through the air in slow motion, soaring past the trees into the web of vines that encompassed, what he believed now, was a golem. The tip was dark, but the outside pulsed with magical properties; purple veins of light that he had not made notice of previously.

                                                                  Alexander was almost so entranced by it's beauty, that he forgot what happened the first time an arrow struck. The elf reached up his arm and covered his face as a blinding light shot from the creature and filled the forest with a glowing warmth before it became eerily dark once again.

                                                                  For a long while, he sat there in disbelief, attempting to recompose himself. The Queen had done it. She had actually proven her worth. This was a time when he actually needed her heroics, and she had come through. He was grateful, although he would never admit it. It was her fault after all, that they were being hunted in the first place. If had he taken the book himself, he would have been well on his way by now, without a wound in his back or a child on his arm.

                                                                  Alexander scoffed at the thought. And got up, slowly hobbling over to where the group was standing over the body. He looked it over briefly, before spitting on it. It brought back more bad memories of when he had first met this woman. "A witch's trap." He responded to Bishop's question.

                                                                  Alexander didn't want to show the group any signs of his weakness and stood up right, although it hurt him to do so. "We are safe for now. If another shows, I'll feel it." He knew the energy now, and could likely discern it from bad weather this time. He scolded himself silently for being so foolish.

                                                                  "Phineus..." His voice trailed off, as the half-giant stomped over, a smile on his face. He clapped a hand on Alexander's shoulder. "I'm fine."

                                                                  "Good, now you should all try to sleep."

                                                                  Luckily, the golem hadn't fallen in the clearing, which meant the camp was intact, for the most part. He had cut a hole in his tent, but he didn't plan to get much sleep anyway. Alexander patted Bishop's head as he passed by, making sure he was real and still very much alive. "Next time I put you in the tent, kid. Stay there."

                                                                  That was really all he could offer at the moment, staggering over to a tree and removing his shirt with much struggle. The back was caked in his blood, as it seemed the wound in his rib-cage was trying to pry itself open again. The stitches were still present, but claret had still managed to find it's way through. Alexander hung his head, pushing a hand against the trunk for support.

                                                                  "Zander, let me--"

                                                                  "No!" He growled angrily, feeling the disappointment he had for himself growing with every daunting second. Where was the sun when he needed it? "Just go to bed! All of you! I'll...keep watch..." The elf huffed.

                                                                  Silas nodded, retreating to his tent, and Phinues scooped up Bishop with a promise of telling him a good story to help him rest. "You too woman." It was like her to try and defy him. He merely wanted her to vanish, so that he may grieve in peace.

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                                                                          witches trap? So their intent had been made known. Belva suddenly felt uneasy as it felt as if they were being watched. And from the look of things, they were. Fortunately it seemed as if Alexander could sense such things, proven in his own desperate attempt to get everyone inside of their tents as well as the statement he made saying just as much. Phineus and Silas were quick to join the three and she watched as the half giant and the elf shared a brief exchange of words before Alexander announced that it was time for them to sleep and reminded Bishop to stay inside when told. The boy nodded and reached out for Phineus' hand, knowing all too well that the elf had plans to put him to sleep now that the problem had been dealt with. Belva waited a few moments up until Alexander snapped at her causing the woman to scurry off and join the rest despite her lingering thoughts of the wounds he bore. Once she'd seen Phineus leave Bishop's tent she poked her head in to check and see if the boy was asleep. Much to her surprise, he was still clinging to what energy remained. "If I wake up in the middle of the night... Can I come in your tent?" His voice was barely a whisper and she had to kneel down to hear him before stroking his hair and putting a hand on either side of his face. "Yes, of course." As she wrapped him up tightly in his cloak for warmth he looked up at her with a worried expression that spoke of many troubles on his mind. "Is something wrong? You can tell me."

                                                                          "Is he going to be okay?"

                                                                          "Your father?"

                                                                          "Alexander. He.... He looked really hurt... and mad."

                                                                          Bishop's attention to detail wasn't surprising to Belva. He was a smart boy. One of the smartest. But his concern for the elf tugged at her heart strings. "I'm sure he'll be alright. He's a tough man. A brave one at that." But Bishop was not entirely convinced. "....Can...you make sure?" Belva's eyebrows raised and her gaze widened. But the queen could only smile and simply nod in response before tucking him in one last time and leaving the tent to do as the child asked, well aware that such an action would only infuriate Alexander further. After all..... He had told her to go to sleep. And she already had proven she had a bad habit of disobeying his orders. Belva left Bishop's tent and walked across the way towards Alexander's, retrieving the fabric he'd cut out of the side of his tent and a canteen, bringing it with her as she went to confront the red haired elf. She crept up behind the man and though she'd been silent she was certain by now he heard her.... or sensed her.... one way or the other. There was no turning back. "He's worried about you. Bishop, I mean. He asked for me to come check on you and I won't lie, I agreed. And you can say all you like but that won't change the fact that you're clearly in pain. I'm not going to ask you to let me help you. Because I'm going to whether you like it or not."

                                                                          It had come out a bit more bold than she'd planned but she'd slowly begun to learn over the past few days that behaving boldly with Alexander and fighting with him would be the only way to get what she wanted.... even if what she wanted was for his benefit. Without so much as waiting for a response Belva popped open the top of the canteen and poured water onto the back of his shoulder where the wound was beginning to grow swollen and agitated from lack of rest and moving it around. She did not take her time doing this and was quick to toss the canteen aside as she prepared to jump on him if need be. She knew Alexander wouldn't appreciate being told what to do..... and in this case it would be using the term 'appreciate' lightly.



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                                                                  Oh by the gods, this woman! She was so aggravating! As soon as he came to enjoy the silence, it was broken by the sound of her rustling about in the background. He hoped that she was merely getting herself together before bed, or had forgotten something in the woods, but to no avail. Belva was here and she was speaking to him with boldness and courage. She knew no fear; that was for certain. But he was cognizant that there was a first time for everything. He wanted to shake her into submission.

                                                                  What else could she possibly want! He simply needed time to himself. This entire journey was weighing so heavy on his shoulders, in combination with the tragedies his body had been through that he thought he might break in half. But damn his pride! Even in the times when he thought he might collapse and die, even when he wanted to-- he couldn't.

                                                                  He was so tired of completing every goal and lying to himself, telling himself that they were some means to an end. What worth was this woman to him? Really? Why was she here? Certainly he could have dragged the Book all the way to the Volcano if need be. The possible answer to that question frightening him, and made him feel weak. Had he somewhere deep down wanted to help her? Was she the same as the boy to him? A flash of past betrayals.

                                                                  Did he think he could avenge his sisters death by caring for another child and taking everything from a man not unlike his own father? He thought this had all been in the past, and yet, it haunted him. The necklace wasn't working anymore. He thought about removing it, his free hand crept up his chest toward it.

                                                                  And still, he didn't want to tempt the gods. This anger was nothing like that he had felt years ago when Soarina was murdered. There wasn't a feeling in the world that excruciating. Alexander would not remove the necklace, if only never to feel that way again, even if it was no longer beating away the memories of a past he could not change.

                                                                  "Go away." He grumbled, before Belva even made it to his side. But he doubted such word would stop her, and they didn't. She spoke of Bishop and his worries, claiming she would not listen to reason. Then he felt it. The splash of cool water upon his back. He bit down on his lip and moaned from the sting, but did not cry out as he wanted, for fear of appearing weak. As he was not.

                                                                  The elf whirled around with great displeasure and his hand reached out snatching her arm. "I told you to go away! If the boy wishes to worry, then let'em! Bishop is a child. That is what children do." Alexander released her with a bit of a shove in the hopes that she would go before his rage overtook him, and he exacted the revenge upon her she so deserved. "If my memory serves me right, you 'ad no problem putting the wound there. So let it be." His tone held a gravel to it, that spoke volumes. He was not fine. Where was his riches and glory? His castle? "Leave me, before I make you."

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                                                                          elva let out a sharp breath as Alexander snatched her arm and despite her desire to look away, she forced herself to stare right back at him. The way he spoke of Bishop.... It frustrated her greatly. More than it should have. She wasn't quite sure how to put it in words but she detested Alexander's need to hide his feelings for the child. She knew better, he cared. She'd seen it and she was certain Phineus and Silas had seen it too. Had it been any other child he would have treated them as equally horrible as he had to Bishop upon first meeting him. But such was not the case now. Belva winced as he shoved her away but she didn't back down, no she was far to involved to walk away. "No. I'm not about to let you hide away in the bitter hell you call 'pride'. Yes, Bishop is a child but he's a child that is far, far away from home away from the only family he's ever known and surrounded by strangers. And for god knows what reason he's chosen to look up to you. Don't you dare lie to me Alexander. We may not have known each other for but a few days but in that time I've learned enough to know that you do care about some things. And one of those things, is Bishop." She knew what was coming. Surely he wouldn't take kindly to her openly talking of what little evidence he'd shown of feeling for those around them. There was an unspoken rule that seemed to be passed amongst Phineus, Silas, and Alexander that any mention of moments he'd shown kindness, mercy, or anything human really, would result in punishment at the hands of Alexander. But she no longer feared him as she had upon first meeting him.

                                                                          Perhaps it was early to be behaving so boldly. She still knew very little of what the man was capable of nor how long he could resist allowing his anger to get the better of him. But she didn't care. She wasn't going to let him walk all over her and she would be damned if he thought her incapable of keeping up with him. If he pushed her, she'd push back twice as hard. And she did just that, giving the man a good shove back. "If you think I find pleasure in harming others then you're sorely mistaken. You know damn well I stabbed you for as much reason as anyone would have. You abducted me. I offered you money, the book, but you insisted on taking me. And you have the gall the entire way along to speak to me as if I begged you to bring me! To tell me I'm useless, a whore, when you're the one who insisted on dragging me along. I have nothing to lose, Alexander. You said it yourself, my husband's a mad man, my family is dead, both my kingdom and my home are in shambles, and all because I've neglected my duties as a queen. According to you, I am of no worth. Not even a mutt off the street can compare to the hopeless s**t I've become. But here I am. I'm trying to fix it for my people. I owe it to Bishop, my brother, and to anyone else who's suffered at the hand's of Daemos. So I'm sorry sweetheart if you're not happy that I'm here. But you've done a damn good job of making sure I'm aware of the large list of things I have to own up to and as long as I am around I'm going to make sure that that little boy is happy and that I'm of some use even if that means ensuring you survive this nonsensical nightmare of a journey! You want me to 'leave you alone? To make me go away? I'd like to see you try, elf."



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                                                                  Kill the witch; burn her at the stake. That was what his father use to say. He had always thought women were treacherous and terrible creatures. Even punished himself for marrying one, and spent most of his time away from his wife and children.

                                                                  Alexander had always told himself that if became the man of household, that he would not be like him. He would be different, more understanding and caring than his father had even been. He would prove that he was worth loving.

                                                                  But things changed after that one fateful night. And a year later he found himself void of all the emotions he once felt. It was liberating. He could cover anything with anger and hate, as it proved much easier than loving or caring. If you had no one, then there weren't many things that would disappoint you. But he had forgotten about himself. He was upset with himself, so much so that it was practically tearing him apart from the inside. What harm was there in caring for these people?

                                                                  Alexander thought for a moment, wanting to answer the question, even if it had been rhetorical. Perhaps it wasn't other people he was afraid of disappointing, but the other way around. His sister had trusted him, and he had led her to her doom. She died so young. And it was his fault for ever trusting a word his vile father said. How could he believe that such a man could ever care for him? Did he want Bishop to think the same? That the elf was incapable of caring for anything but himself, like his father?

                                                                  Belva was right. He may not have thought much of her gender, due to his past, but she seemed rather sure. But her threat at the end of the statement, sounded much like challenge. One he wanted to accept. He was angry and his rage did overflow, but so did his intrigue. Where did she learn such boldness?

                                                                  Alexander didn't have to admit anything to this woman. He didn't have to tell her how he felt about Bishop, since she obviously already thought she knew. He could see that she wanted a child of her own, and therefore, had clung to the oracle's son very quickly. She was lucky to have not been burdened with a demon's seed, that of her husband.

                                                                  "If you think I 'ave to tell you anything... that I answer to a woman...you're surely mistake, your 'ighness." Alexander whispered eerily, his azure eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to her. "If I allowed everything a man called me to cut me as deep as you do, I'd be naught but bone and ash. You need to learn that nothing anyone can say to you will change your stars. You are, who you are...

                                                                  Yes! I'm unhappy you're 'ere! You're insufferable! You never listen to anything I say. Even when I'm simply trying to protect you! I am not 'iding 'ow I feel about that boy! Or anyone for that matter! I do not feel, I desire. And what I desire most, is to cut my own 'eart out for caring even an inch about the lot you! You think I'm so cruel Belva? Then why do you stay 'ere, trying to 'elp me, claiming it's because of the boy! You bought me a dagger! But you 'ate me so much! You don't want to be 'ere. Then leave! Go out into the wilderness."


                                                                  He grinned and shook his head. "Oh you can't. Because without me, you'd be dead in a ditch somewhere! You don't understand me, love? Well I sure as [******** don't understand you!" Alexander looked at the canteen in her hand and he scoffed. "You want to stay? You want to mend what cannot be fixed, woman? Then so be it."

                                                                  And with that, he knelt down before her on one knee and hung his head. "I am too tired to make anyone do anything. So do as you please."

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                                                                          elva couldn't believe what Alexander was saying. The way he was behaving. The way..... he made her feel bad about yelling at him to begin with. It was almost as if whatever point she had to make, he always made her double take and feel as if she were in the wrong for saying as much. And the smugness he expressed when referring to how she needed him...... the incompetence of this man.... the pure audacity. It was astonishing. But what threw her over the side of the mental bridge he'd built was the way he eventually surrendered to her, causing the woman to look around hesitantly as if afraid someone might see them. "Oh, stop it! I mean it Alexander! If you don't get up right now......!" She whispered angrily before stopping her foot and pulling at her hair. She wanted to strangle him right then and there and be done with it. But instead, Belva could only let out a huff before joining him on the ground and snatching the canteen once more before dabbing at it with the fabric in her other hand and wiping away at the now dried blood on his cheek. "Don't put words in my mouth. I... never said you were cruel. And I never meant for it to sound as if you were to answer to me and me alone. At the most I think you're infuriating and as stubborn an a** as any, even if you won't admit it. I stay here because I know I have a better chance of succeeding if I do. Not because I fear what awaits me just beyond our... 'troupe' or whatever you'd like to call it. If that were the case do you honestly think that I would have been outside in that alley when you found me? Or spat in your face for that matter?" She couldn't help but smile at the memory but quickly wiped the expression off her face as she realized just how deep the gash on his face was. "I care about what people think of me because I must. I'm a queen Alexander, it's my job to make sure that my people are happy with me. Or I was.... I'm not quite sure anymore. I suppose you're right.... You can't change who you are. But what if you don't know who that is? What if you're still finding out for yourself? Don't be so quick to set your place."

                                                                          Belva sighed and grabbed his hand, tearing apart the tent piece into long strips before handing him a bundle and pressing it into his palm before positioning it over the gash. "Hold that there. Put some pressure on it." She mumbled before getting back up and going around to the back of him where she gave the stitched wound another rinse and began wrapping it up carefully. "And did you ever come to think that I bought you that dagger because I regretted stabbing you? Yes, you're a pain in the a** but I won't deny that you... have done well by me in some cases. And I will admit that I may not have made it as far as we have without you, Phineus, and Silas... to an extent." She shifted uncomfortably as she continued to 'comfort' him to some extent, heaven knew why. She still didn't understand why she felt the need to do so but felt obligated nonetheless. Perhaps it was Silas' secret that pushed her on. Or perhaps she was far to sympathetic for her own good.

                                                                          "Believe it or not, you don't need a reason for caring. It just happens. It's not exactly ideal in some cases but sometimes it can't be helped." Much like right now. She didn't have to help bandage his wounds, it was something she was certain he could do on his own. But she wanted to because it was simply something you did when you wanted to ensure that someone didn't suffer unnecessary pain. She hadn't felt like she'd have to explain that. "And I already told you. I'm not going anywhere. As much as you'd hate to admit it you need me just as much as I need you. Besides, who would take the brunt of your wrath if I weren't around to piss you off. Silas? For some reason I have a hard time believing that."



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                                                                  Alexander felt like a child. Do this, hold that. Put pressure here. He sighed heavily. He didn't care if this woman hated him, or thought him cruel. Her opinion mattered not to him, and he thought he had made that clear.

                                                                  And yet, he was still listening, soaking in all of the things she had to say in response to his rant. She had wanted him to get up, and so quickly sat down. The woman claimed he was mean to her, and yet stayed to make sure he was alright. Alexander had been honest. He didn't understand this creature. She was not just a woman. He was most certain of that.

                                                                  The elf wondered if such strength was built into sea nymphs. It had only been a day since the news of her brother's death, and yet she was not grieving as he expected. No, it seemed she was bent on putting on a brave face. Was it a nymph's nature to be this way, as it was in an elf's nature to be agile and quick?

                                                                  He could only assume it also in Belva to be caring and kind for no reason at all. Surely, he did not deserve this kind of attention. Nor did she need to feel bad for driving a knife into his back. Next time, she could have been abducted by a man that meant to do much worse than simply anger her husband. He worried that her kindness was weakness; how else had Daemos managed to blind her so easily?

                                                                  Admittedly, he did feel better once she started to work on his wound. He did not look at her, however. At least not at first, for fear of feeling that something he had said was out of line. Eyes often convicted him, more than the mouth. He could see into people. He had never much liked that gift.

                                                                  When Belva finished up on his back, he turned to look at her, pivoting on his knee rather quickly and dropped back so that he was in a sitting position. "If a man approachs you on the street. And threatens your life, and steals from you-- abducts you...when you stab him make sure you aim for his 'eart. And do not miss. Men are vile, and evil. So when you do kill him, do not feel remorse, as 'e would not 'ave 'ad any for you."

                                                                  Alexander wasn't sure why he was saying this. Perhaps there was a fear that she would think all men as weak as he was, and only spoke of hurting her with no real intention of doing so. She would have killed to save someone else, but would she do so to save herself?

                                                                  "Right 'ere." He reached out and pushed away strands of hair that danced over her chest, then touched just above her brasserie.

                                                                  "Do you know why you 'urt? Because you care too much. And put too much faith in the spoken word of mortal beings." Alexander slowly got to his feet, and slipped his hand from her chest to her arm, coaxing her up.

                                                                  Once they were standing, he looked down at her, noting the moonlight that reflect off her shimmering pale skin. "I will never disappoint you, your 'ighness, you know why? Because you expect nothing from me. Because I make you no promises. I merely am who I am. My actions, speak louder than my words. For most, it is the exact opposite." Alexander dropped his hand. "Off to bed with you..."

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                                                                          elva leaned away slightly as Alexander abruptly turned around to face her, listening intently as the man went on to tell her how to defend herself in a situation much like she'd been in when he'd confronted her. Still, she did not interrupt him nor did she point out such a fact as she was certain that was the point of him bringing it up in the first place. The real question was why. After he was gone and they'd all gone their separate ways what difference did it make to him what happened to her? Why go through the effort to make sure she knew how to protect herself afterword? Belva looked down as he brushed her hair away from her chest and touched where her heart was located. Belva felt her face heat up but prayed that the night breeze was enough to cool it down and avoid any change in skin tone. "....I'll try." Was all she was able to mutter as her eyes searched the elf's face for some sign of reasoning behind his statement only to discover that he was void of giving away such secrets. Though she may have been easy to read, Alexander by no means was. The man then went on to explain to her why she was so easily hurt and she couldn't help but let out a huff of denial towards the remark. "You'd be surprised if you gave me the benefit of the doubt. I don't trust everyone so easily and the only reason I do so much towards you is because despite your threats you seem to not want me to die just yet." Had she just admitted that she trusted him?..... She had.... And she wasn't sure if that was a big deal or not. As far as she was concerned, she didn't even want to think about it. Already this conversation was far more confusing that she'd thought it would have been.

                                                                          Alexander gently urged her to stand up, all the while her gaze did not part from his. His stare felt somewhat hypnotic beneath the light of the moon and she felt a strange sensation clambering up her spine. "You're right. You're a bit more unorthodox than most. But that may not be such a bad thing." To be honest, she was a bit winded by his speech. It was certainly something to think about. And when he sent her off to bed she could only stare at him for a few moments more before brushing her fingertips just above the gash on his cheek. It had stopped bleeding for now but the slightest abrupt movement was sure to break the thin, scabbing flesh. She rest her hand down at her side before lifting the other and patting him on the other cheek with a slight nod. "Don't stay up too late." She whispered before turning away to walk back to her tent "Of all of us, you're going to need the most rest if you plan on keeping up with a high maintenance queen and a child. You have your work cut out for you." She slid into the flap of her tent and lay her head down on the lush grass beneath.

                                                                          She spent a good hour or so thinking over the conversation she'd had with Alexander and how it hadn't at all turned out the way she would have thought. Blood? Yes. Screaming? Of course. Maybe a good bruising or two in the process? Why the hell not. But the man had surprised her. Seemingly surrendering in such a fashion had knocked her off her feet and it wasn't easy to accept. It was frustrating how she felt so sure of herself only to be turned around once he spoke up. Right when she felt so sure that she was in the right he somehow twisted her opinions around and cause her to put her own beliefs in question. It was almost tiresome trying to figure this man out. He had so many different angles of thinking that when she was just beginning to understand one, he changed his mind over to a completely new point. But why bother trying so hard? Why should it matter to her what Alexander thought? After all, hadn't he just said that her caring so much was the cause of her pain? Then again..... Relating such a statement to her thoughts now..... wouldn't that imply that she cared about him? Such an idea sent Belva's head spinning in confusion as one answer led to another question and she soon found herself running circles around her mind. The drain of over thinking the entire situation only led to Belva running deeper into a tiresome state and it wasn't long before she was drifting off to sleep.



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                                                                  When she touched his face, he almost made the unforgivable mistake of leaning into it. No one had ever touched him so gently, at least not since he was a young boy-- and it was enough to have him put aside whatever rage was attempting to surface, to merely enjoy the moment. As woman's voice seemed to simply blend in with rustling wind as it moved through the trees.

                                                                  When she told him not to stay up too late, his intense gaze softened, and Alexander felt the urge to frown. What did she care how long he was up? The safety of the camp was to come first. He could rest once they reached Oasis in one piece. And if that statement wasn't enough, it seemed she was finally starting to acknowledged just how much work she and Bishop actually could be on an elf.

                                                                  "That is the reason I cannot sleep." He said softly, watching her leave his side, as strands of material from her clothing and fibers of her hair, twisted together behind her in an enchanting dance. Alexander hoped it was his wounds that made him so weak when it came to reprimanding her this night. It was often hard for any man who hadn't had sex in almost six months to see a woman that was half naked appealing. And he certainly couldn't punish himself for finding the crease of her rear alluring in the night.

                                                                  Although she admitted that she trusted him not to exact his revenge upon her, he already knew that to be true. Which was why he had warned her about other men. Not all were like him. He worried about this King of Oasis recognizing Belva. But tried to let go of foreboding thoughts for the time being. Instead, he sat back against the tree's trunk and listening to the song of the forest until his eyelids were so heavy he could do nothing but slumber.

                                                                  In the morning Alexander was roused by the chirping of birds. His eyes opened abruptly and darted around the camp, but there seemed to be nothing out of place. The Golem they killed however, was naught by ash and dust now upon the emerald green grass. Silas and Phineus were already awake as well, taking down their tents and his own, as they cleaned up the camp so there were no traces of them left behind.

                                                                  "Rise and shine sleeping beauty." His companion said with a crafty grin. Alexander said nothing in response, merely got to his feet. The gash in his face burned a bit, but that was a sign of it's heeling in the night. Elves bodies tended to patch themselves up fairly quickly, as long as the blow wasn't fatal-- he was always fine.

                                                                  "So, we heard..." Phineus started, kicking around the wood from the fire. "Is everything...alright?"

                                                                  Alexander assumed the half-giant was talking about the yelling. "Everything is as it should be." He snapped, reaching down and retrieving his sword. He moved to where his tent had been and sheathed the blade before slipping it into his bag. Here, he dressed quickly before Belva and Bishop rose into his new uniform, but left the hood off. And when he finished, he shoved all his old things into the bag, only to find his companions were staring at him. "Can I 'elp you?"

                                                                  "I've just...never seen you dressed like a rouge before." Silas grinned. "You look ready to attain your freedom."

                                                                  Alexander couldn't help but grin devilishly at them. "I mean business."

                                                                  With that said, he went and pulled back the flap on Bishop's tent. The boy was slowly dragging his bag toward the entrance. He reached in and pulled him out, then knelt down for the bag, and strapped it to his small shoulders as Belva had done in Kincade.

                                                                  Alexander patted him on his head and went to wriggle the flap of the Queen's tent nearby. "It's time to go. Now."

                                                                  He groaned, returning to Bishop, and picked him up to bring him along to the horses; there, he untied them and sat Bishop atop Hermes. It was dawn already, and the sun rays were jutting through the thick of trees. Alexander had wanted them to be well on their way by now. "I wanted to tell you, in case you 'eard the woman and I...arguing last night. Just because we yell doesn't mean 'ate each other. Sometimes, it is a way of expressing much more complicated things."

                                                                  The elf soon after securing his own bag, mounted his Stallion-- and wait for the others so that they could depart. By nightfall, they would be in Oasis. Or at least judging from the map, it seemed that way.

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