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They were distracted from Adencia's question by the awakening of Kayoe. After seeing that his newest friend was alright Thorn turned back to Adencia. "Yes, that is true I am actually in my twenties. I was cursed as a boy and since that day my body has stayed the exact same except my mind. Since I am cursed to stay the same as I was the day I was cursed I do not get sick and I heal much faster than any other being. I'm sorry but I don't really like to talk about my curse. But I also pryed into your personal life which was rude of me I am sorry." Thorn glanced at his reflection in his ax seeing an eleven year old stranger staring back at him. "It just brings back painful memories, the other kids picking fun of me, the disapointment in my fathers eyes." A single tear rolled down Thorn's cheek as he thought about his early years with the curse.

Thorn looked at the elf and realised he wasn't the only one that had internal struggles with a curse. "Thanks." Thorn told the elf. "Its been a long time since any one has cared about me. If you ever need any thing I will be there. You have helped me more than you can imagine, thanks." Thorn grabed the elf in a hug doing so he thought of somethign and asked so that only she could hear. "Adencia, when you were the eagle did you notice any strange weather or storms or anything? I can't shake this feeling that a big storm is creeping up on us."

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"Its alright, you were no trouble." Tanyeera assured Kayoe but she was more interested in the news of a storm. "Ah... that storm you mentioned," she said with uncharacteristic diffidence. "How strong were you thinking it might be? In regards with winds, amount of rain, lightning... that sort of thing?"

((Totally. Can't wait for the book after the Quillan Games to get out.))

Tanyeera made some mental calculations. Heavy rain but not much wind.... probably some lightning flashes but nothing too strong she hoped.... yeah, she'd probably be fine. Probably.

"Yeah, fine." Tanyeera wasn't very happy about it, but she was even less inclined to tell people her weakness.... even if those people were to be her travelling companions. Besides, it wasn't as though those.... quirks... of hers made her a danger to anyone except maybe herself.

((Alrighteee. Fast forward post done . . . here we are.))

The group traveled along the trail again and none of them stopped. They went without further trouble and neither of them was disturbed by anything as they walked. It was long and dull but they needed to enjoy the tranquility while it lasted because in the weeks to come there would be no break from the danger. As the sun began getting lower in the sky they neared their destination.

Isarelle looked to the sky to see hues of yellows and oranges then pinks and dark purples. The skies would be clear that night and the stars would be bright, though this would be the last clear night for a little while. The storm was coming up on them quickly and one could be guaranteed that it would not pass them as quickly as it had come up on them.

Meena gave a whinny as her keen ears caught the sound of rushing water, the very liquid she was longing for to quench her thirst. Just a little further down the road they came upon the river and looked to the bridge that would carry them over it. It seemed sturdy and would prove to be so.

Before anyone crossed Isarelle looked to the great white trees that stood in the middle of the river with lanterns attached to their boughs. Travelers placed them there to light their way across the river in the late hours of the night. With a simple spell Isarelle lit them and sent to group across the bridge in the glow of the lamp’s flame.

Soon everyone was on the river’s bank to the east side looking at the trail on which they would continue the next day. Quickly finding the small site that many a traveler had used for camp, Isarelle directed everyone to it and cast a small fire as the sun set and left it’s last rays dancing on the skies which here beginning to twinkle with stars.

“Welcome to Soul’s River”

Tanyeera looked about their camp site with interest, paying particular attention to the lattern-strewn trees because they were such a pretty oddity. The sight and sound of the rushing river brought up a certain restlessness in her, an ache if you will. However, she firmly restrained herself and went to gaze into the fire instead. She was in no danger from this little blaze, it wasn't big enough to pull her in... much. It did draw her gaze in though and spread a quiet pleasant lassitude throughout her body. It was... soothing though she knew that would not have been the case had it been larger than it was now.

Thorn who was sitting across the camp watching Kayoe and Zera talk, when he saw a break in their conversation and stood up and walk to them pulling his ax off his back on the way. "Well, how about that duel?" Thorn asked turning and walking out of the camp to a clearing across the trail. He turned around waiting for the swordsman ax drawn. Thorn had to prove that he was just as skilled a fighter as any in the group, not only to them but also to himself. This was going to be his chance if he could match the swordsman in combat then the group would have to except him as a skilled fighter. Thorn after seeing Zera and Kayoe fight was hoping that the swordsman had never fought against an ax wielding opponent before, therefore giving Thorn an advantage of fighting with a completely new technique to the half-elf swordsman.