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"Oh, I wouldn't dream of troubling you," Clet said, grinning broadly. She gave a sidelong glance to her chickens. "Henry might, and I can't speak for the others, but...thank you very much. Right after we eat, we'll head to Laburnum!"

One of the chickens, William, squawked.

"...I suppose I'll come back here for the horse."

((Dark Magus, want to bump into Clet on the road to Laburnum?))

((Clet is on horseback, so...))

"Do doo do doo do doo do doo doo dooooo..." Clet sang to herself and her chickens as her horse clip-clopped, clip-clopped, clip-clopped through the grass, except you couldn't hear the clip-clopping because the grass wasn't as hard as stone was. Her belly was full...she and her chickens had dined on a wonderful chicken stew, made just right...the chef had looked at her funny when she ordered it, and practically stared when she fed some of it to William, Henry, and The Third, but people always did that to her whenever she ordered her favorite food. Oh, well.

Suddenly, the horse stopped.

"What's wrong?" Clet cooed. "Keep going."

But the animal backed away.

Peering down in front of her, squinting to try and see through the darkness, Clet blinked her silvered eyes. William, the sharp-sighted of the bunch, clucked.

"Yes, you're right, it is another traveler..."

Henry shook his wings.

"I know! He's shivering! The poor thing must be freezing!"

The Third took a step forward.

"Yes...yes. You're right of course. We should warm him up."

Henry turned his head.

"I know he could be dangerous, but right now, he's cold...don't worry, he won't hurt us."

The Third squawked.

"Well, we just won't stop helping him, then."

Resolutely, Clet dismounted and sat down beside the man Sarrin, while her chickens huddled around him, lending him their body heat.

[OOC: I gave up on the 'it'....so Mammon shall now be called "He". Remember though, he is neither sex. But you may refer to him as a 'he' or an 'it' as you so desire.]

Mammon's flight from the deranged girl and the odd man would take him across the city, through the shadows and across empty streets. Of course, he had been seen much more this time. Once he had almost been crushed by the wheel of a wagon as he attempted to dash under it. Things had grown much better since then though, his path had been made clear as the sun slowly crept across the sky. At last, the sleek black Imp would find himself upon the road leading out of Laburnum. With his arms and legs propelling him forward across the ground, he looked oddly like a dog. Of course, this image was dispelled by the wings held close to his back. Had they been able to allow him flight, he would have been gone long ago. Such was not a possible thing though. Instead the imp was forced to rush across the ground in his hurried flight. Coming to Cameliard had been a mistake, nothing good had come out of it. Where to go now though?

In truth, his desire was to return to the Water Temple for awhile. He had been there little more then a few weeks ago though, too soon to put in yet another appearance. What to do though? It seemed that the answer would come to him with a bit of speed. For as Mammon rushed alongside the road leading away from Cameliard his eyes would pick up something. What was this thing that his eyes had fallen upon? And what was that wonderful smell that made the thought of food burst forth unto his thoughts? At this point night had fallen upon the world. Such was no factor to the Imp though. He had spent many years inside of the temple of darkness, a place where shadows lurked for eternity. His dark-vision was quite impressive to say the least.

The small figure would stop, raising up so his arms could be used. It seemed almost a natural reaction that his wings would spread open, each goining at least a foot out from his back then curling somewhat. Mammon would raise his snout into the air, nostrils twitching as he smelled at the air. Chickens? This far out into the wilderness? It was an odd thought to say the least; even more so because Mammon did not detect the smell of any other farm animal. Sure, the smell had been all over Cameliard, but this far out? No, wait, there was a horse amongst the chickens as well. That all added up in Mammon's head, humanity was near-by. His nose would agree with this thought only a moment later. It was still an odd thought, a farm this far out? It seemed that Mammon's hunger did not care though. Another drifting aroma of the live chickens drifted unto his nostrils, forcing his long tounge to dance out across non-existant lips.

It would be hunger that dictated Mammon's slipping movements across the ground. Back on all fours, his wings drawn close once more. The only thing about him other then the soft sound of his claws hitting the earth was the constant 'swish' of his tail through the air. It would not be long before his eyes would pick up the sight of those he had sought. His movements would completly stop, except for the swish of his tail, and the Imp's body would lower close to the ground. His eyes were meant to whatch the movements of the humans, they would fail in this task though. Instead Mammon's gaze would fall upon the chickens with an almost feral look. He was not too far away, a distance judged in his mind as safe. Yet he felt like he could already taste the fresh meat that was only a bit away from him.

Sarrin appeared slightly puzzled... but he had just woken up, so what he had just heard surely made more sense than he thought it did. he had been about to reply when the animals all started acting stragely.

"my thanks for your concern. I was probably goinf to get up soon anyway. but why do your chickens look so frightened?"

he had seen animals act strangely before, often when he was working his magic, so he cautiosly put one hand of the hilt of his sword, prepared to draw it if there was any trouble...

Sarrin looked over each shoulder and cast a glance towards clet, hoping that she wouldn't realize the chickens were reacting to him... mabey he had some residual magic clinging to him from his exploits that morning? still, he couldn't be that terrifying to the chickens... the spell was meant to make him more charming and seemingly trustworthy wasn't it? and surely there was no way it would last that long...

Sarrin relaxed. not because she claimed the danger had passed, but instead because she implied that he wasn't the source...

Sarrin made a graceful, courtly bow. "I am pleased to meet you and your pets."

straightening, he looked around for anyone else, seeing no one, he regaurded her with surprise. "are you traveling all the way to laburnum alone?"

It was all sarrin could do to keep a straight face. Looking from one animal to the next, he couldn't help but wonder why insanity seemed to persue him so relentlessly... but the girl seems friendly enough he thought and it's not as if I look much more sane than she, sleeping in the middle of nowhere, with no supplies... and her animals seem benign. perhaps she really does speak with them, perhaps not. it's not really my place to pass judgement is it?

Sarrin straightened and put on a dissarming smile, making a bow to each of the animals in turn. "You'll have to forgive my imprudence in greeting only Mistress Clethia. I have the all too common afliction of only understanding my own species... I do hope you understand..." Sarrin forced himself not to chuckle, but it was getting increasingly harder... but perhaps clet did infact have some sort of gift. he shouldn't assume she was crazy simply because she looked for all the world like she was... that would be rude.

"well then why don't we travel in eachothers company? vagabonds are less likely to attack pai- erm- large groups..." Sarrin barely managed to stop himself from again insulting the band of chickens.

"what do you perform, by the way?"