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Valik let out a breathy laugh and nodded. "Yeah, sure." he smiled, walking with her. In such a small amount of time the camp was just about done. Lady's tent was the biggest and most beautiful. It was decorated with red and gold silk like the other tents, their colors, but was inlaid with jewels so when you opened the tent flap it would jingle like wood chimes.

Boothe shook his head. "But you cam back," he breathed. "That must show that you have compassion, no? It must show something." he looked at her with sincere eyes.

As they passed Lady's tent, he peeked in to see Lady sitting on a large, golden pillow, talking with what looked like the Captain of the soldiers. Valik smirked. "Well, what is it you want to know?" he asked her. "Once Boothe shat himself when we were hunting for his shop back home." Valik nodded, trying to hold in his laugh. "We thought we heard a wolf, and Boothe is terrified of wolves," oh, the irony.. he thought. "Anyway, a rabbit jumped out right in front of us, and, well, I think you know what happened from there." Valik chuckled. He knew Valerie was asking for a more serious story, but Valik was never one for seriousness, anywho.

Boothe nodded slowly, in thought. Then he suddenly stood. "Well, I think I'm going to go exploring the markets, get a feel of the place." He headed towards the door. What he really meant was search for a pub.

Valik shook his head as he laughed. "Of course not. I'm his brother; that's my job." he answered. They walked in silence for a few moments. Valik looked up from his feet. "What do you think is taking Selia and Boothe so long?" he asked, not knowing if Valerie even knew. "We all agreed to meet back at camp by nightfall." he looked at her, concern in his bright eyes.

Boothe chuckled. "Not like there's anything worth value in these pockets," he joked, patting at his new brown trousers. "Yes, yes. That sounds perfect." He thanked her for opening the door for him then waltzed out.
When coming to the streets red doors were everywhere. It was clear that this place had become corrupt and dangerous. A new leader is needed, indeed... he thought, agreeing with what Selia had said this morning.

Valik forced a smile, trying to accept that they were okay. "Woah," he said as she turned. He followed her direction. "Yeah, maybe," he said, almost solemnly out of worry. "Should we head back?" Valik chewed at his lip. Something's off, he thought, things have been to slow and calm lately...

Boothe traveled through the streets. Many people were begging, children were stealing, merchants asking for outrageous prices. Boothe noticed a brothel up ahead. His eyes widened. Tempting. he thought to himself, chuckling, but moved on. He bartered with some merchants so he could get some loaves of bread. He spread them out to the people as much as he could. He noticed there was no forest around, only outside of the gate and the high walls. No wonder they're starving. They can't leave; it's too dangerous to. he frowned, pitying the starving and feeble.

Valik just looked at her. "Sebastian won't like more disappearances." he said. "But, if you think I should. The only thing is: how will we get there? The kingdom is leagues from here. It would even take me days to get there." he questioned.

Boothe sat at the bar of the pub, sipping on some scotch. He held the half empty glass even though it was resting on the counter, as if protecting it. His fingers tapped against the dirty table as he scanned his surroundings. Lilyann was right; the people really do dress dully here. Even though Boothe fit in with his new clothes, he still felt like everyone was eyeing him as fresh meat. Perhaps it was his bolster sword resting on his bent back.

Valik snickered. "Of course, Valerie, how could I forget?" he winked at her. They walked to the camp together. Valik didn't say much because he was too busy scanning the beauty of the elves and their work. They even had a forge set up. He wondered how they did all of this in such a short amount of time. When entering the camp, the sounds of jewels chiming and the clamor of steel was heard.
Sebastian sat across from Lady on the red rug of her tent. "Do not think our actions have gone unnoticed," she warned, crossing her legs on her cushion. Sebastian nodded, listening intently. "I do not believe they know our location," she continued, "but to make sure I will get in contact with Wissandra." she finished, taking a drag from her long, golden cigarette. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Wissandra? Who is she?" he questioned. Lady lay her cigarette on the low table and looked at him with her pale eyes. "Your new friend, Donnie, he knows her. Wissandra is the Spiritual leader of his village. I believe your darker friends met him," Lady nodded, meaning Valerie and Valik. "She sees all. We both share powers, yes, but I do not have some of the powerful abilities she does, understand." Sebastian nodded. "Listen, Sebastian, you must stay here, at this camp." she inched closer to him. "You are what shields us." she breathed.
Sebastian walked out of Lady's tent, spotting Valik and Valerie. He jogged up to them and looked between them with a confused expression. "Uh oh," he moaned. "What is it?" he crossed his arms, knowing he was about to be told something he would not like.

Boothe eyed where Marcus' hand lay, then looked at him. "Ah, good to meet you, Marcus." he smiled, taking another drink before he continued. "I'm Boothe." he offered his hand for a shake, not knowing of his powers.

Sebastian sighed, shaking his hair in frustration. "I can't; Lady needs-" he was interrupted by Valerie's fall. Valik rushed to her side. "Valerie, what is it? What's wrong?" Valik said quickly, his eyes flickering. Sebastian approached them, taking Valerie's other side. "Let us help you up." he offered, gently holding her arm. "What is it?" Valik repeated.

Boothe wanted to jerk back when shaking hands with him after feeling a strange connection. He drank the rest of his scotch. "Sorry," Boothe chuckled. "I'm sure my brain is not as interesting as Selia's." he said, winking at her. Oh, Sebastian will just looove this. he thought with a coy smile. "Well, I'm a fat Russian who likes his drinks. Not much else to it." he raised his glass for the bartender to pour more. "Oh!" he exclaimed, putting the drink down to fast a bit of the scotch poured onto the dirty table. "And, my baby brother is a werewolf. How could I forget?" he chuckled sarcastically. He had been drinking too much it seems, but he didn't stop going at his scotch.

Sebastian chuckled. "I didn't know vampires ate anything other than blood." he joked, smiling for her. Sebastian seemed to believe her story, but not Valik. He eyed her cautiously, knowing something was up. He could literally smell it. He'd noticed it before but just thought his new senses were still kicking in. "Well, Sebastian, I suppose Valerie and I should get going since Lady needs you." he said, changing the subject. Sebastian nodded, suddenly solemn. "Watch out for Selia for me, will you two?" he frowned, not meaning to.

Boothe widened his eyes. Sebastian will REALLY love this. He downed more of his scotch, as if that would brace him for Sebastian's future quarries with Marcus which he would surely have if they met. Selia didn't seem to be acting like she noticed, but Boothe still felt uncomfortable in the situation of it all. "Well, it's even more of an honor to be meeting you." he smiled. "My brother and our good friend, Sebastian, we're just your regular wood elves." he shrugged. "Though Sebastian's the only one that looks the part." he chuckled, taking another gulp of his drink. "Sebastian's a good man. Caring." he eyed Selia for a moment, then looked back at his drink.