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"[color=0054a6]Yeah...I just need to move about for a while. My body feels too heavy.[/color]"

Kaathe stretched after he returned from the hole he had created in the wall. His eye twitched when he saw Cythlla with nose plugs. It seemed as if he was the only one to suffer whatever putrid, murderous, mortifying smell that was. He ought to have thrown one of those broken bricks at Henry, but decided against it. he wanted to move about, and see what he had missed. He apologized for the damage he had done to her wall, and left. His body was sore, but that was to be expected. It seemed that he had missed something, as there was some sort of festival going on. He had to stick to moving about the higher spots, as the amount of people was annoyingly large. He didn't want to move in a crowd. That worked against his own wishes. It was like this for the entire time.

The next day arrived, and Kaathe was told to attend the funeral of three comrades. He didn't cry for them, as it was foolish. Whatever happened to them, only happened because they had allowed it to happen. Still, he respected them in a way. They had travelled in the same group as him for long enough. It seemed that others had respected them as well. Finding himself alone, he spoke to himself in a whisper,

"[color=0054a6]How did those three knights end up? You know, the ones that held experience, rage, and a free spirit? I fell asleep for a moment, and then they just disappeared. Serves them right. Allowing themselves to die like that...what chance would they have had in the future?[/color]"

The dark elf returned to Cythlla to check on her and her bear. They were to leave today for their next destination.

"[color=0054a6]Cythlla. Henry. It's time to leave. Are you ready?[/color]"