Darius felt another rush of anger as Alaira ran off into the smoke. and towards the water. [i]That woman is insufferable![/i] He didn't know what the half elf was thinking, but she might just go make a bad situation worse. When they got to the center of the bridge, the men who were fighting each other now held their daggers to the ropes. demanding that they hand over the wagon or fall to the river below. Darius mentally let out a string of curses. Now he was pissed. He glared at the two men from across the bridge and had an idea. Now that he was angry, he could use his ability to- too late. Alaira grabbed the men and succeeded in helping them cut the rope. 

Darius's mental curses turned vocal as he ran towards the end of the bridge, ensuring his own safety before anyone else's. Once he had made sure of that, he turned to the rope that Meirin and Ssarak were holding to keep the bridge from falling. He flinched at the shout in his head and hurried towards the rope, grabbing it and anchoring himself to the post as well. He really hoped that Alaira was a good fighter, because she sure as hell didn't think.

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[center][b]Leith[/b][/center]

Leith was glad that the carriage was large enough for him to sit far enough away from Althalus to prevent the shrieking he got whenever he got too close. Although it didn't stop the buzzing from being as loud as it could be. The next few days were quite uncomfortable for Leith. He was glad to be free from the carriage and stretch his legs when they arrived at the latest scene that the mages had made.

The carnage was sickening. Sure, he had been through the attack at the college, but this was different. This was a village that had been slaughtered, not just a college with late teenagers to adults. Children were a part of this attack. Leith cupped a hand around his mouth and stared at his feet as he tried to get his stomach under control. He looked up when Grey started speaking. He said something about the carnage being the work of a Noxomancer. Leith nodded and looked around, there were signs of decay around, but also the signs of really hot fire, from the looks of the a Yarosmerian soldier's sword. The fact that some of the bodies had been ripped apart and chewed on gave him a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

"It might not-" Leith's voice cracked, causing him to cough. "It might not strictly be a Noxomancer. This could have been the work of a Demonmancer. There is a large variety of demons with different abilities. Decay can be one of them, and so can Pyromancy." He gestured to the body parts scattered around. "And some of them can have a bit of an appetite." Leith shuddered, this place was almost too much for him. He followed everyone to the house that was untouched in silence.

The house made Leith uneasy. Why had it stayed unmarred while the rest of the village was destroyed? When Grey tried to open the door and a kid shouted out from an open window above them, Leith became more uneasy. Something wasn't right. He let Althalus and Grey speak before he spoke in a quiet voice. "There is something wrong with this kid, I agree, but the thing that disturbs me more than that is the fact that this house wasn't touched by anything, while everything [i]around[/i] it has been. No decay, no bodies, nothing to show that it was protected. Why is that?"