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((Kail might be evil, but Lex is also too smart to just put on any random ring some guy gives him. Particularly since it's a guy. That's just... well... gay. whee Not that I have anything against gays. Lex just... isn't.))

Lex blinks, startled by this strange gift from a strange source. He stares at the little ring in the palm of his hand, suspicious of it and of the person that had given it to him.

Finding nothing wrong with it, at least, not yet, Lex shrugs and drops the item in his flint pouch. Perhaps he'd need or want it some time in the future. It was curious, either way, and perhaps there was something special about it. Good or bad, Lex knew not, but he had his ways of finding out.

((Mmm, but Kail loves to try and make trouble for the living.))

"Dammit, I'll have to go find them. It's Vrinn who's gotten me this far, and I won't last long without my magic. This sucks." Kail said aloud, as if he were talking to someone. Well, I guess talking to himself is kind of like talking to someone...
Kail headed the way Vrinn and Nera went. They shouldn't be too hard to find if that had stuck to the path...

((This post can be edited, but I don't know which path you're referring to, so I'm assuming it's out of the town place and more in the wilderness, where Kail is right now.))

A person on the path, dead ahead. Oh, great, just what Kail loved.
But then again, I am weak right now, I can't cast any spells at least until morning, and if there's any danger in here, I might not be able to take it... Very well, I'll play nice, maybe they'll join me.
"Hail, traveller," he called out, coughing from shouting too loud with his weak and raspy voice. "Isn't night one of the most interesting times to travel, I didn't expect there to be any people outside a camp at this time. It can be pretty dangerous."

Kernyel sat in her chair with a morose countenance. She wasn't sure what had brought on this dark turn in her mood today, but she knew that her ale wasn't making it better and she didn't care. The Golden Pike was a quaint inn. She watched the smoky room fill with the night's patrons as the noise level rose with every minute. She grimaced.

Her cloak was warm on her as she sat there, drowning her bad mood. Lonely wasn't a word she would ever really use to describe her life. It was accurate tonight and she sighed with stubborn denial. Even the warm metal twisting its way up her arms wouldn't bring a comfort tonight. What good is it all anyways? She was disgustingly philosophical tonight and she knew that would only get worse with each pint.

She downed the last of her drink and rose slowly, a bitter taste forming in her mouth. There was an ache in her that would not stop bearing down on her spirit endlessly. She was at a loss as to when or why it occurred, but occur it did and with an ever increasing vengeance. Tossing a coin to the 'Keep, ensuring her belongings remained in the locked room she'd left them in, she exited the tavern room and took a slow breath on the porch that wrapped around the building. This is a bad night... came her pessimistic ponderings. And it was beginning to look like her thoughts might be true as she watched the flood of humanity pass her by in a mixture of hopelessness and innocence and corruption... She shook her head to dispel the images that sometimes overlapped her vision in pale shadows of reality.

Jaster walked past them without a sound. No exchange of conversation, no eyes watching one another, not a thing. He acted as though they didn't exist. He kept his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and smirked at the idea of a fight. After he had passed the fields, he continued on through the night. He started whistling again, and saw lights in the distance. Tier was within reach. He would not have to camp tonight.

Eventually, he reached the shattered gates of Tier, and walked through. Inside, the town was a disaster. Most of the buildings were being rebuilt, but there were a few that still stood, and a few that had been rebuilt. He looked for a Tavern, and then thought perhaps an Inn would be better. He could always have a pint in the morning. He stopped, thought for another moment, then looked for a Tavern again. Spotting one still standing, he headed for it. He walked inside, platemail clanking together, and walked to the barkeep. "Jus' one pint, sir," he said. He reached into the pouch on his left and pulled out a few coins and tossed them on the bar. He took the mug and seated himself at a booth by a window. He took a few swigs, and looked out into the town. A few people meandered by, but not much was happening. He took another gulp, and finished the pint.

Jaster walked outside and found a bench near the tavern. He sat down, and watched the activity. He wasn't sure what he was going to do now, or how to start over, but for now he'd just relax.