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Selia and Valerie both ran to Sebastian, Selia reaching him first. "No, no you're not." She said, panic painting her voice and taking over her features.
Valerie handed him a piece of cloth to mop up the blood. "What's wrong with him?" She asked, her voice rising with anxiety and worry. She was unsure, scared, and worried Sebastian was ill beyond what she could heal. And Valerie was one of the most talented healers in the city, ranked to be the best for home remedies and herb mixtures. But this was beyond what she had even encountered, only had she seen this once. But the patient died from blood loss in only a few days time.
Ryan and Selia looked at each other and the click of understanding could practically be heard from their heads. "The medicine..." Selia whispered, her eyes growing wide. "...It was the wrong one." Ryan finished, running to Valik. "What was in that wrong bottle? And what's it antidote?" Urgency ran Ryan's actions, only his common sense keeping him from shaking Valik by his shoulders.

Ryan nodded. "Okay. We'll figure it out soon enough." He listened in on Sebastian and Boothe, knowing just as well as Boothe that Sebastian was not going to admit he knew what he had taken. Sighing, Ryan went to his horse and mounted it quickly then trotted over to where Valerie and Selia stood. Bending down, he offered a hand and smiled softly to Valerie. "Come on, we should get going."
Valerie took his hand and climbed onto the horse quickly and gracefully, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly. "I missed you so much." She breathed, kissing his neck lightly then resting her head on his shoulder. Flashbacks of when they had first met played in her head, making her smile. Valerie used to be a homeless wench, as some would call her, and a thief. She had tried to steal bread from Ryan's old home, almost making it out the door. All that was heard was a small whistling of a blade cutting through the air, and she was pinned to the wall by her tattered dress. Ryan had taken her in, adopted her into his family. Only he thought of her as a wife instead of a sister. It was a blur past that, except for the day he proposed to her. A deep blush formed on Valerie's cheeks as the horse passed everyone. Ryan looked at Sebastian and Boothe. "We'll be just ahead, no more then a mile."

Selia walked over to Valik after Ryan rode off and looked at him somberly, noticing his shining palms. "Everything will be okay." She said simply, taking his hand. Walking towards Sebastian and Boothe, Selia looked at Valik and released his hand, still walking. "And that was very brave of you... In the castle. I'm surprised you were so ready to fight him." She remarked, remembering her own hidden fear at the moment.

Selia raised her scarred eyebrow and half smiled. "If you say so." She muttered, climbing onto Valik's back and holding onto the fur between his shoulder blades. Looking down, Selia realized how tall Valik was as a were. She gulped hard and let out a nervous laugh. "This will be interesting..." Hearing Sebastian and Boothe, Selia looked up. "We could find a tavern, or even just camp out in the woods until we find a way to make money for supplies." She chimed in, hoping she would at least be taken into consideration at this point.

Selia glanced back at Sebastian and Crystal, but quickly looked forward, scolding herself for even letting herself see them together. "I used to do street performing in Scarilive. And that poster says that a carnival is being held tonight and tomorrow." She pointed to a large and colorful poster hanging from a flagpole above. "It make's decent money, and it'll be in fast." Selia had thought she would never go back to performing for people, especially after one inccident when she was seventeen. She shivered at the memory and rubbed her wrist, remembering the things the man had done. He was the only one Selia was okay with living in the dungeons of her old castle; it protected others from his eager and dsigusting ways.

Selia nodded. "I wonder what she had though..." She thought out loud, staring off at the poster again. It was brightly colored with a jester on it, performing with fire and juggling at the same time. She smiled and laughed to herself. It looked so immature, but fire was also so hard to depict. Looking at the times just below the performer, Selia made a note to explore the festival for the fire dancing, her old profession. Money was obviously not a huge concern in this place, but there was still some people who obviously struggled. Three children, two boys and one girl, ran across the street, the boys taunting the girl with a doll. Selia bit her lip and slid off of Valik as she saw the girl start to cry. She waved Boothe and Valik on, and turned to smile at the girl. "What's wrong sweetheart?" She whispered as she knelt down next to her.

The little girl pointed silently at the boys with the doll. They eyed Selia fearfully, and came back with the doll. They spoke in an odd tongue and handed the doll back to the girl, then ran down the alleyway. The little girl looked at Selia and smiled sweetly, though her face switched to a demonic look for a second. After that, she ran after the boys. Standing up straight, Selia widened her eyes and looked after the children. Shaking her head, she muttered to herself and went in the direction Boothe and Valik had. Seeing them in the shop, she peered through the door and followed in. "I have something I need to tell you." She whispered to Valik, still shocked at what she had seen.

Selia didn't noticed the poster staring. "The little girl. She was smiling, then her face just went blank, then demonic. Her teeth, her eyes, everything switched. That's not normal is it?" She whispered quietly, looking at a vile of some purple juice labeled in the same strange tongue the children spoke in. This place doesn't feel quiet the same as it did before...Chills raised the hairs on the back of her neck, and paranoia set it. Selia felt like people were staring at her, thinking of ways to kill her and her friends. She shivered in the cool air of the shop, glancing around for the eyes she felt, ignoring the posters as a possibility.

Selia saw the concern in Valik's features. "A little bit." She murmured back, wrapping her arms around her bare torso. As she walked, the posters eyes followed. Catching on, Selia stood still and stared back at one of a fire dancer, then stepped to the side. The eyes followed, as well as the fire's movement. "Whoa.." Selia's eyes widened at the obvious magic charms placed on the paper. She looked at Valik, fear and curiousness clearly written in her face as she reached out and touched the picture. The man smiled demonically and grabbed her wrist and wrapped his other hand around her mouth, keeping her from screaming.