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Sturaz looked up and choked back his crying for a moment, somewhat taken aback by any of the others' interest. He nodded at Alhana "he--I never seen 'im m'self--But the word is that 'e has hair black 's night and a star-shaped scar o'er his left cheek. They say 'e's a big man." With this statement he looked down self-consciously, "About my size... And he's said t' carry a wick'd scythe. I lost him in the mountains just north, beyond the plains." His countenance was clearing now, he was regaining control of his emotions. He still held a somewhat awestruck tinge to his features, as if unsure of whether he should believe that someone might bring justice (or vengeance; he didn't care) to the man who had robbed him of the first love he had ever known.

Kernyel nodded decisively to herself and gave him one more big hug before disengaging herself. "Well, my friend, I am no assassin, but i will do my best to see that justice is done for Kealie. No one will go unpunished for snuffing out such a brilliant and gentle flame." She rose to go and get a cup of tea for him, leaving him alone with his thoughts while she contemplated the best way to go about reaping vengeance.

She brought the tea back to him, complete with some of her own store of herbs. "here, Sturaz, this will calm you and give you rest." He eyed it warily, but took it and drank the whole thing. It was only a matter of minutes before she had him herded off to bed with a promise of cleaning up for him and an admonishment that he'd not been taking well enough care of himself. When she closed the curtains around his pallet, she returned to her companions' watchful eyes and began to tidy up. She was grateful, but unsure how to approach the topic again; she felt self-conscious.

"Um...Jaster...I, ah...Thank you" She said haltingly. Taking a deep breath, she began, "Thank you for your support. I would be more than thankful for your sword and your company in my efforts to hunt down Larknam." She turned to Alhana to address her, "Do you think it is possible that justice has already been paid on this man?" She half hoped it had and half hoped it hadn't... Reguardless, she had been determined to head north before taking refuge with Sturaz for the day, and she would continue on her way there, whether the man was dead or not.

Jaster smirked a little and said, "All in all, milady, I don't fancy myself much of a decision maker. On the battlefield I can become quite the tactician, and my fast acting has saved more than one man's life. But here, I believe the choice is up to Kernyel." He paused, then added, "I only stated that I'd fight by your sides, miladies. Where we go and what we fight, however, is up to you."

Jaster looked somewhat expectantly at Kernyel, as if to ask her what the course of action was. It was true. He was no decision maker, unless it was in battle. This sort of stuff he left to kings and princes.

"Indeed it is, Kernyel. I'm ready to leave immediately, and rest I can always cure with a spell. So, you want to leave now? You can."

Alhana nodded. She walked outside, and proceeded to quite aways from the burrow. She looked around, made sure her wing-span wouldn't snag on the trees or other such annoyance, and proceeded to shift into her Draconic form... What used to be a Dragon of Light, except with... addititons so to speak. Instead of pure-gold skills, there were many black highlights, and two wicked horns that sprouted right in front of her ear fins curved to either side of her reptillian face. Other additons included spikes on the tail along with a number of them running down her spine. Wicked claws where there were none before on her feet were added on as well.

"I'm sorry if this form disturbs, either of you, but this is what I have been forced to change to. The spines on my back should give you adequete hand holds and a seat along my back. Do be careful, don't sit around my rear legs, but right before my wings should do fine." She said with a voice many times more powerful then the delicate elven lady she pretended to be.

After walking for quite sometime, Megara found herself among this... this place. She was raised as nothing more than a small townsperson; with a gift. She was naive to the vast world around her, and all she had been doing for the past few days was walk. Currently, she was in the form of a fox-like creature. "Where am i?" She asked herself, which only came out as the sounds a fox would make. She spotted no one in sight, and she was getting quite hungry. And with that, she paced on, searching for someone, anyone, anything.

[[just kind of posting to get my charri going... dont scold me! gonk ]]