Both the Elder and the stranger were speaking so quickly in a tongue she was not too trained in, the female blinking herself out of confusion and came to the conclusion that she'd hear about this event later on, instead opting to go help the Scourge wake up. Standing from the pile of cushions and furs, she slipped away silently and back outside into the brisk cold of the daylight. A small crowd had begun to gather around the cart, inspecting their returned brother and many of which conversing amongst themselves regarding what they think might have transpired from beyond the mountains. The female stalked her way up on top of the cart once again, crawling to the the male's side and gently running her gloved fingers through his thick head of blonde hair.
"Krun..." she beckoned, whispering his name to him a mere few inches from his face. The familiar voice and word combination found it's way through his ears and into his mind, rocking him awake gently. His blue eyes slowly parted open, revealing the all-year winter of his home. He could feel the quiet kiss of each snowflake as it touched his form from above, melting into his clothes or against his hot skin. Why had he ended up here of all places? Wasn't he still at the bandit camp, with the witch? He was surrounded by a familiar environment and people, all of which something he'd been longing to come back to for some time now. Perhaps this was merely a good dream - but if that were the case, then he simply needed to wake up. There was work to do.
His frame slid upwards, torso lifting and propping himself up by the arms. A rush of questions exploded from the majority of the crowd, all of which curious as to what exactly had happened beyond their borders that would warrant a stranger to bring him home. Their words were hurried and excitable, leaving Krun a little confused as to how to deal with them. Though as his blue eyes fixed on the female that knelt at his side, he spoke.
"Lei." he began, calling her by name before proceeding to speak in his native tongue, something he hadn't used in a long time. Questioning how he'd been brought here, after figuring that this was a little too real to be a dream, Lei explained that she and two others had found him being dragged in this cart through the mountain pass, before being brought here with the strange woman. The only woman that came to mind was the witch, meaning she was now in the village - if he had woken only a few minutes after they'd arrived. No doubt she came here to 'set things straight' concerning the scroll. Without hesitation he hopped off the side of the cart and made for the Elder's hut, followed close behind by Lei - who was used to stopping him from making rash decisions.
"The scroll you hold is not something we as a people would kill for - it is merely a means to an end." the elderly female began again, casting her gaze downwards towards the small fire that continued to flicker between the two. Apparently Krun had mistaken her request; she had only told him to bring it back as quickly as possible - not to harm those who hold it. Achievement through ill-activities would only lead to further suffering.
"That is all very well and good, but you seem to have forgotten to mention it to the one that nearly did kill me. Were it not for happenstance and some luck, he would be handing it back to you with my blood covering it." Andrea was not over Scourge's previous actions, and the elder saying it was not her fault did not do much to calm her down.
As the older female parted her wrinkled lips to speak again, the furs that covered the doorway parted to reveal a muscular arm, before followed shortly by the rest of the Scourge's form. He had to duck to enter the hut, standing upright as he entered and towered over the two seated individuals. First he met the gaze of the Elder, whom he inwardly acknolwdged as a respectable person whom he would listen to - the other was a liar and a thief, someone who would always try to trick him; laughing at his efforts just out of his reach. The mere sight of her made his blood boil, a deep-seated irritation springing to the surface.
"Witch! You dare let me find you after lying to me!" he began, his voice booming already and causing the three in the hut to visibly cringe under the sudden volume. A bone suddenly thrust upwards, clocking him on the forehead and caused him to stumble backwards out of sheer shock. Blinking dumbly, he glanced down at the Elder - whom was obviously the culprit.
"Stupid boy. I did not tell you to kill or even harm the one who held the scroll. I asked for you to either bring it or the person whom owned it here, at any cost. Did you forget?" she snarled, though it was not the tone of voice one would use on a stranger. Within the scorn was some semblence of care, which boasted the feeling of community that they all obviously shared. Rubbing at his head gently, feeling it throbbing still from when it had been struck by something rather heavy however long ago that was, he frowned deeply.
"I... I did not forget." he actually attempted to lie, glancing away and fidgetting in place a little. If there was any other way to lie more obviously, he'd probably do it too.
"You did not..forget? Really? Then please explain to me, how attacking me in the middle of the night, hitting me multiple times and threatening my life multiple times, does not count as trying to kill me? Or how about kidnapping me? How about trying to strangle me or to toss me like some rag doll at your earliest convenience? I know you are a bad liar, but you trying to lie still?! Andrea was visibly bristling at this point. Were she not a guest in someone else's home, she would do something more than simply exchange words.
"Enough! Both of you!" the Elder cried, slapping them both on the forehead with another pair of small bones used just for such an occasion, "Krun, you have done your people shame and hurt the girl - apologise and make up for it... Be her guide while she is on the mountain. If you harm her once more, I will personally give you a lesson in courtesy."
Krun's brow ticked with irritation, though it was not due to how he was being yelled at - nor the fact that he felt like tossing the witch outside with the snow. It was the idea that he was wrong about the damned girl. Clicking his tongue in obvious annoyance, though his expression shifted to that of a surprising sincerity, he moved forwards. Slowly, he sat himself down beside Andrea, crossing his legs and placing either gloved hand on his knees. Lowering his head towards her, his messy blonde locks hung low over his face.
"I apologise. I was wrong." there was a long pause after this, the only noise breaking this being Lei taking a seat on the opposite side of him.
Andrea remained silent for a long time, with only the crackle of fire to break the moment. She knew that pressing the point was useless. Andrea also knew that what was done is done, she could no more change what happened with the dumb oaf than she could bring her father back. With a sigh, Andrea slowly turned to face the man that had hefted untold amounts of humiliation and pain upon her.
"You know fully well all you did to me, and I hazard a guess that being told you were wrong, by your Elder, seems like a rather good...punishment. Anything I add would be useless and have much less impact. Let us leave it at that."
"Then, I apologise. We must speak on the scroll you currently bear." the Elder began again, redirecting the conversation away from the reason as to why they had all gathered today, instead working towards what could come of it, "May I see the scroll, magic-bearer?" there was obviously some hiccups in the language they used, not having a completely perfect grasp of it.
Hesitating visibly at having to be seperated from her father's memento, after all she had gone through to keep a hold of it, Andrea extended her hand with the scroll towards the elder, slowly. "I am called Andrea, it would make this exchange easier I think if you called me so."
Her slender, wrinkled fingers slid across the surface of the parchment, before gently pulling it away from Andrea and bringing it before herself, unwapping it without much hesitation. She had not read the message laid upon it before, the scroll having been given to the wizard so many generations ago... Perhaps it wasn't even what they expected it to be? It took a moment of silence for her to get through reading it, before closing it up and returning it to Andrea's hands.
"As expected, the scroll is of no use to us." she began, her words stabbing hard into the chests of both Krun and Lei - whom both had wished so wholeheartedly that his efforts would not have been in vain.
"What does it say, Elder?" Krun questioned sharply, gripping his knees hard.
"It merely details the happenings between Fleign and the oldest Elder. It is a great text but one that is not relevent to our plight."
" Elder...you mention Fleign, by name. So you know about the Dragon that slumbers on this mountain?" Andrea was about to question the elderly woman about how she would treat such a mighty creature without an ounce of revenrance, when it was likely one of the beings her father had sent Andrea to find, but stopped.
"Do not mistake. Fleign will always be our guardian - but even one as mighty as he is not immortal. Time degrades everything... Even he. It is not that we not longer revere our guardian, but that he makes it impossible for us to do so." she began again, finding it now a good idea to involve Andrea in their affairs - as she knew at least something of the Old God that resided atop the moutain, "His place as a balance is at an end... No longer does he think on his place, only on what he would fill his stomach with next. There is no greater shame than living long enough to see you become a disgrace to your old self."
With that, their talk was done for the moment. Nobody seemed to eager to continue the conversation, especially the Elder - who now had to deal with finding a way to fix their problem with something other than faith.