[u]Mar[/u] 

The next few days were pure misery for Mar. 

All the way the wagon's bumpy ride rattled her down to her very bones while she coiled tightly around herself, namely to keep from hurting the others. Though it was an impossible accomplishment which only added to her growing irritation. The worst part, it wasn't the close quarters or the crowded situation that bothered her most but the confinement of their travel. Rock and caves were one thing, usually there was enough room to move at least. A moving box was another. 

For most of the journey she was silent like rest of the current company. Her eyes skimmed the desolate background while it shifted from color drained surroundings to the healthy green, so different from the yellows and browns in Yarsomere. She felt a slight pang of homesickness tug at her heart. Even more tragic was the fact Lyn would likely never Yarsomere.

Slowly the carriage ride drew to a close and it was time to escape this wobbling death trap. The guide had spoken more words, many more then before, while they filed out then vanished into ruins. The moment Mar stretched out on the wide space was when she felt the effects of a long trip. She ached from her shoulders right down to her tail, every inch seemed to scream at her when they arrived at their destination. 

The scene wasn't what she expected. 

Ambers of a fresh fire, only hours old, burned into dimming embers where several huts seemed to once stand. Mar flickered her tongue and winched. The air was filled by cooked flesh and wood, including a scent she was unfamiliar with. Among it all as if immune to the scene of death was a single, large home. It was a disturbing sight to say the least while she continued to examine the carnage. Three humans, Yarsomere soldiers, caught her attention quickly causing her lean over their deceased corpses. Her fingers gently prodded their unmoving forms in hopes to see any clues to what might've killed them. Then the one called Leith spoke about demons being the cause against Grey's earlier observations that it was Noxomancy, Althalus's blood if she remembered right, and Mar nodded in agreement with the prior, "It's true and from the half eaten corpses, it's highly likely demons of some type. However I think this is more of a killing ground then a raid or single assault. Which means the killers might still be lurking about..." 

Her eyes shifted past the soldiers and immediately her face paled, all color drained from its surface when she spotted a young, dark haired child laying face down. Mar edged closer. Impossible, can't be, it shouldn't be. It wasn't until her body was inches from the thin corpse did she reach out a hand, trembling slightly, to turn over the young six year old. Her heart pounded within her chest and seemed to drown out her surroundings before her fingers wrapped about the small shoulder. With a slow tug the child was rolled over onto her back revealing the half burnt face and dead eye staring back at her.

It wasn't Lyn. 

The reality washed guilty relief over Mar. Still, though she hadn't realized, she was visibly shook up by the thoughts unwilling pouring through her head. Why or how she had come to jump such ridiculous conclusions but she had. Another slap in her face of what she was becoming. 

Her emotions were ripped from their rattle state when the teen's high pitch voice came through the door. Mar's had whipped about, her fingers tightened on the scythe Tyrael had given her while she eagerly left the child's image behind. Too bad it was still fixed in her mind when she joined the others.

Naturally Athalus and the others were drawn to it as it had escaped the mayhem. The moment Althalus approached however, a young voice rattled off both non sense and a warning to leave. Mar had little experience to deal with such matters and wasn't insulted Grey chose a better candid, her face tried to remain indifferent though inside was another matter. Coco however seemed to feel otherwise, her leaves out of shape and jerked upright to show her discomfort. Mar sighed then spoke. 

"Coco. Inhale then exhale, slow and steady. Calm yourself is a good first step then act as you usually do. Like you would with Lyn, gentle and friendly. The boy is either a victim or the cause of this, but we won't know for sure until he speaks with us."