The sun rises, the sun set and is replaced by the moon which follows suit. The days, seasons... Time goes on. Melvus recognized the hallowing from the day before, he hadn't realized it at the time, he still doesn't know who it originated from. It was the sound of loss, he had heard it enough while he fought for Aesil to know what it was. It could've very well been a villager... But it ran the risk of being one of his companions, that would be most troubling. [I]Who would they have lost? And why did I fail to recognize it sooner...[/I] 

The vagabond had already finished his meal and made his way outside of the establishment, the other members of their group seemed to be ready to leave the village and finally set out to find the rest of the ingredients which may save the children from their cinder sickness, before they burned at least. [i]We have acquired the hellhound’s fang… That’s one item we will not need to bother with... [/i] Melvus had his list from the shop, still tucked away in his cloak.

Tear of Eyewing
Feather of Pegasus
[s]Claw of Hellhound[/s]
Whisker of Gnoll
Blood of Mist Dragon

The wizard crossed the fang off of the list. [i]Hmm… Sana likely has already mapped out which items we’ll acquire and where-[/i] His thoughts were interrupted by the innkeeper. The man grabbed Melvus’ hand and shook it furiously in thanks for his service to the village so far. Before he could reply the man was onto the next party-member. He took notice of the wagon after Sana had left. [i]Everything seems to be happening so fast… Not a chance to ask about things… I suppose I’ll go where the wind takes me…[/i] That was about when he noticed the wind, his cloak and robes staving off the cold but his face was uncovered. 

Stifling a yawn he found his horse, tied to a post near the inn. He walked the beast to the simple, yet large cart and tied it to one of the back rails on the cart. He then climbed aboard, the man, Tobias, took the reins of the cart and as everyone mounted and climbed they set off. It didn’t take long for Melvus to feel drowsy, but he didn’t want to fall asleep, he rather wanted to speak with his companions and get to know them better - they should know each other if they’re going to fight alongside one another. Sitting on the bench near the front of the cart, his horse trotting along behind, Melvus spoke up. “Vaeri, was it? An elf assisting humans? I mean no disrespect, I’m simply curious.”