"Right you a-" I said to the lion, with my speech getting cut off by a roar that, surprisingly enough, didn't come from Ymahr, and made the cat flee. I turned around to see an illusory creature disappear, and someone flying away with a chunk of our wurm. "Hey, next time you guys should just ask!" I shouted to the thieving duo. Normally, I would be against thievery, however, since it was just food, and I didn't really need what they stole, I didn't mind too much. Heck, for all I knew, those two were desperate for food and or money. Did I really look so intimidating that they preferred to do that instead of just talking, and maybe asking me for some of the wurm? Maybe it was just the fact that I recently slayed a wurm that was bothering them... speaking of... "So, I'm all for just cutting this thing up for rations and leaving the rest to random passers-by, but I'm not sure everyone else is," I really wanted to see what weirdness this enchanted forest held, let alone the treasure, but it seemed like our fox... who I may have to talk to later... would rather we haul this thing all the way back to some starving village. It didn't seem like we were getting anywhere, and that kinda bothered me. Sure, this was just a pit stop at first, it could turn into a detour if we all agreed to get rid of this thing before moving on. Then again... we COULD get some armor, but... the armor wouldn't really be useful to us, as I couldn't wear heavy armor AND fly at the same time, Erion was more geared for speed, and Ymahr didn't seem to want any armor at all. While I waited for a response, I started cutting up what we had with my spear, making portions that were normal to me, but probably somewhat small to the others.

Erion breath deeply as he went to approach the group again. He looked at everyone and then headed to the creature and then cut some of the meat out, before getting some cloth in his bag and then putting the meat in his bag, surrounded by cloth. He looked at the group calmly.
"Well... before we attract some real problems, ya, we should keep going." he says softly as he moves back to the group.
"Names Erion by the way.... Erion Silverwind." he then says. He didn't want to pronounce his real family name, for a reason that... well... it would take lot of explaining and maybe have some people know about the past, and god knows that he didn't want to be associated with his family. He looked at the bird guy that asked about the meat and such and what to do with it. He breath deeply.
"With the size of the thing, I guess we could leave it for random passerby... It would be best to have it feed hungry people, but we can't really drag something like this. Either we leave it be, or we inform a village and then move on our way if you ask me." he says calmly to the group. He was unsure what the others would want here. He breath deeply. He was ready to move on now. Unfortunately he didn't have enough salt to salt the meat for better preservation. Well.... that was one resource he would need to buy in the next town.

The lion stopped in his tracks to see the two cutting piece of what remained of the Wurm, idly he realized that was getting hungry himself and while Wurm meat certainly wasn't the best thing out there, it was better than nothing. He approached the beast's carcass and began to cut some for himself, picking out pieces that were average at best, no sense in over-excess after all. The two were debating on what to do with what was left of the remains of the beast, the Shael suggested leaving it here for other wanderers and it certainly was an idea. The Nin'tah on the other hand said that they couldn't drag the thing it to a starving village, and that certainly was an act of charity that Ymhar would have to commend him for if it they had the manpower, that is. Right now, that option was out but still, the world would be better if others could learn to help each other more, but that's not saying a lot about the lion himself really.

"I say we inform those starving people, we can move on from there."

The forest had its fair share of adventure to be had, but the battle took out a lot out of the three of them and the lion was sure they were tired. Maybe a quick stop at an inn or tavern would be nice and they could come back to this forest later, who knows what secrets are lying underneath the foliage? Then again, it might be home to more creatures that could surpass the power of the Wurm they've fought earlier. Rather than mulling it over, the feline began to walk again, motioning for his two allies to start moving.

Zack had excused himself from the company of his three brothers to wander around the city for a while. Helpfully he was able to procure from Ezekiel a hooded jacket with which to conceal himself, although it was a tight fit on the far larger coyote. "Well," Zack had thought to himself as he winced in the constricting hood, "At least it's not the sack I was wearing over my head on the way into the city."

The farmer Zack had acquired that sack from was pretty pleased with the arrangement, ultimately. As it had turned out, he had long ago received a curse from Zack himself: he was hexed in such a way that if he tried to say the word "fish", he could only do so backwards. When Zack, unfazed by the farmer's yelling and threats, agreed to at last reverse this curse in exchange for a simple potato sack, the farmer was at first stunned, and then overwhelmed with joy. The farmer couldn't believe his luck! And so it was that Gort Symons, lah'na farmer, could after so long order his favorite foodstuff with minimal embarrassment. When he broke the news to his family, they were overcome with tears of joy. Zack couldn't for the life of him remember what the farmer had even done to earn his ire in the first place, but at least he had got a potato sack out of it several years on. The eye slits he had to leave with his teeth; as he learned, the blunt head and butt of his staff didn't quite do the trick.

And so Zack wandered the streets, looking inconspicuously conspicuous. People who saw his overly tightly bound hood mostly just assumed him a member of some obscure religious order most masochistic. It certainly beat self-flagellation as a practice, and was at the very least much easier for parents to explain to their children. You also don't need to cover a child's eyes from a man wearing overly tight clothing, usually; you always had to do this when a shirtless man came by, lashing himself. Unless if the child had a particularly strange upbringing, but maybe that's not for me to judge.

Zack had no destination in mind, it was simply just refreshing to be able to walk among actual crowds of people again. He had spent many months out in the woods, just like the fairytales said he does. From time to time he had even bumped into the children who had gone out on dares to find "Cackling Zack's Shack", or whatever it was his supposed abode was called in their imaginations. Zack merely took amusement at these visitors, although they were arguably his most consistent contact with anything but wildlife during those months of isolation. To keep up appearances, he would often threaten and scare the children away, although he had never actually cursed any he could recall. But if the threat was enough to do it, was following through with the actual action that needed?

He glanced up at the sign of an inn with longing. He promised his brothers he wouldn't be out long, but he had not enjoyed the pleasure of a drink for such a long time. As if to assuage his guilty conscience, he began to consider that maybe if he made lodgings here, he wouldn't burden his brothers with having to make space for him in their already cramped house. This was enough to spur him to wander in.

"Hail, inkeeper. Some mead, please!" said Zack merrily as he rifled through his pockets for some coin.

Nile slid next to the coyote gracefully and with practiced ease, flipping a coin between her fingers and spinning it casually on the tabletop. "Two." was all she said and at the sound of coin clattering on wood the innkeeper quickly snatched it up and nodded, returning in moments with two mugs filled to the brim with foaming mead. Nile gave the coyote a not at all subtle searching glance, "Those clothes are rather tight for a caster aren't they?" she murmured to herself as she examined his body and paused a moment. Her hand reached out and a single finger curled around his scarf for a moment, "Maybe they could do with some loosening, especially if you're anything like your staff." She said with a wily grin then turned back towards her drink and swigged it, easily taking half the large container in a single gulp.

Nile would've taken the coins she'd felt in his bottom right coat pocket if she'd felt the need to but she wasn't strapped on cash right now and she hadn't even played here yet. From the guilty look on his face as he'd walked in he'd come here for a rare, but much needed splurge, perhaps she could convince him to splurge just a little more. Drunk people were always fun to watch. Lordy he was a tall one though, nearly two feet taller then herself, though that wasn't that much of a surprise in it of itself. He was obviously either a religious person of some sort, some sort of magic user, or both. She had fun playing with those religious folks and she found those with magic often made for the most exciting tales.

"I hate being in Shava'ren, All these Ravens, you have feeling that they will steal something when you don't watch them".
Varm was in Tarner, a coastal port located in the North of Shava'ren, he was going to g
et on the first ship sailing to Lahria. He was Travelling to meet his friend, a Lah'na named Reker, an innkeeper in one of the cities. His tavern was called "White sword", where he planned to go, Varm have a deal designed to bring him some money. Varm had a rare item whose name could not be divulged and that is why so much afraid of being robbed.

After eating a meal in the coastal tavern he decided to look around for ship. One of them called "Black Rose" had planned to travel to Lahria. The Captain was Rakonai. 

"Hi, may I go on a journey together with you? I have to be in Lahria in four days."
The captain was not too nice,
"you can sail with us, however you will need to pay". 
"I don't have too much money but I have to go along with you, so I'll pay." 

After the transaction, Varm went back to the tavern to pack. "The ship sets off in an hour, so I advise you to hurry up"  Captain yelled. An hour later, the ship was already on the waves, carried by sea to Lahria.

The two companions had found their room with ease. It was rather small, but did hold two beds that Atlas could actually fit on. This was a whole lot better than their usual accommodations of the cold hard ground. Atlas got comfortable, throwing her bag to the side, she collapsed on the bed with a content sigh. The jingle of her coin pouch sounded as she had laid down, and the Toth couldn't help but feel a little guilty. About the whole stealing thing they did earlier as well lying to the innkeeper about their situation. However all her grumbling into the mattress had easily faded when a knock had sounded on their door, indicating the food was there.

Atlas nearly flew to the door, a small cart held plates of many various dishes, fit for both of their tastes. Atlas gave a coin as a tip before wheeling in the cart between the two beds excitedly. The last thing she remembered eating was a rather suspicious mushroom Rykiar dared her to consume. All she recalled was waking up three days later even more hungry than before. At least their suffering had all paid off as the Tothum took her first bite. She wanted to cry tears of joy, it was just that delicious. Or rather they were so starved anything tasted good. Either way, this could have been described as the best moment of her rather uneventful life.

They ate quietly, the sounds of the town filled the room from the open window as a relaxing background noise. Avisthelm was certainly a nice place, or a dump. She really had no clue, having not been to enough towns for references. Either way, Atlas wouldn't mind staying here a bit longer if possible.

The cow turned on her bed, munching still on a piece of freshly baked bread, to look out the window. As diverse as the town may be, there was an excess of Lah'na in the town. Atlas of course had no trouble with this, her upbringing taught her to look beyond race, but she couldn't help but wonder if this town was more accepting than the last one they were at. Of course, traveling with a Neth made it easy in this land, she did recall some poor Shael being denied a room at an inn in a Neth run town before. All in all, she was more than grateful that her own race never seemed to have problems.

Distractedly, she reached for her mug for a drink, only to realize she was all out. Atlas looked over at Rykiar's own drink to see it was also empty. They had a brief stare down, both wanting the other to get more. The mouse of course won, in victory he laid down, pretending to be asleep to make sure the Toth would fetch the beverages. With a playful snort, Atlas got up, the mugs clinking as she made her way out and down the stairs. Hooves clunking on the wooden stairs, she realized it was more busy than when they first arrived.

She shuffled toward the bar, placing the mugs up for a refill. She reached in her pouch to pull out a couple of coins. With a brief smile at the innkeeper, Atlas waited patiently, standing off to the side from the two seated nearby. She looked around at the little knickknacks that decorated the room, just wanting to go back to her room. Her and Rykiar still needed to discuss plans for the next day, or at least after a good nap.

It seems like the other two came to a conclusion, that we'd inform a nearby town of the corpse just so we won't have to drag it around with us. "Alright then! Heck, if I can recall where the nearest town is, I can just fly there, and, while I would prefer if you stayed here and waited, there IS an enchanted forest just to the north of here. It's kinda where I was heading before I ran into... well... this," I told the two before flying up, and then due south, where... wait, it was actually more of a city than a town, but I'm sure there are starving people in there, too. Avisthelm... now I remember, this was the first place I visited in Laharia. Had to take a boat for the first time in my life, even had fish here for the first time in my life... wait... was it fish? The other man kept calling it 'hsif' or something... maybe that's just their language for the word, or something. I thought, remembering just how much I disliked fish, and how strange it was that the other guy, who supposedly loved the stuff kept calling it by a different name. In the time it took me to reminisce that day, I made it back to town, and started looking around for someone who might be able to carry off the thing. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to want to deal with the thing, even after I told them they could keep the reward. My searches eventually ended up with me at some inn with a strange group of individuals... a rat person, a cow lady, and... what I could only guess was either a cat or a dog. "Hey! Any of you willing to do some work for some money? There's a slain wurm up to the north, and my group doesn't want to deal with dragging the thing over here. You can keep the reward if you bring it here, I just want to continue on with my adventure!" I repeated this message so many times that I wasn't saying it with my usual energy... of course, that could just be because I kept giving my food rations to the beggars that lined the streets of this place. Oddly, most of the beggars were either nin'tah, or fellow shael who might have been having problems with the local lah'na.

Erion looked as Thorvald started to fly towards the town... or city to tell the people about the creature the group ended up beating up. He though a bit and looked at the lion.
"You know, I hope we do get to another town soon though. I know we have to stay here... but still." he says, shaking his head.
"And I feel like these scales might sell for a bit at a blacksmith or something... also the fact that I need some resources for some... personal business." he says as he remember Jim. A normal banishment won't work again for long. He needed to go with something else. A kind of forceful binding of his soul and leave it behind or something. Make it that he won't fallow him again and annoy the heck out of him. Although it might not get rid of him completely probably.... knowing that last time he did that, he came back 3 days afterwards... Erion shook his head as he though about that. He remembered what the other souls told him about Jim. That he was actually thrown overboard by the crew itself into the sea for annoying the whole crew one too many times with his comments and his.... pranks. And even after death, he continued his annoyance, this time towards necromancers and those that could see souls. God... why was he the victim here of that guy? He had no idea. Although there was one thing that he had in mind for a long time. What if he bounded his soul onto something.... and slip that thing into another necrecmancers bag. Then Jim might annoy that necromancer instead and finally leave his dang side.... Ahhh the dream of having him gone... every night he had that. But that would probably not happen, cause of how Jim was.... He sighed as he sat down waiting

The lion looked at the Shael as he took to the skies in search of a nearby city to inform others of their conquest, and while exploring the forest up north piqued his interest, he would rather wait until the situation was sorted out. It would be rude to leave out Thorvald anyway, perhaps tomorrow or another day to follow. With a wingbeat and some of the avian's feather's falling, the two were left for themselves. With the fox making mentions of finding another town soon, a blacksmith who could've used the Wurm's carapace. He said something about "business" which made the feline raise a brow in confusion, just what kind of business was he talking about?

He sighed as he tried to make small talk, he certainly wasn't one for talk but the conversation had to go somewhere.

"If there's something on your mind you should speak up."

The leonine man grunted as he looked down at the vulpine. While it was certainly too early to be doubting his new allies, it wouldn't hurt to take be cautious and mindful about their actions, you'll never know when one will try to sneak up on you while you sleep, or just straight up reveal their intentions once you put your trust and faith in them, whichever comes first. He sighed thinking back at his past for a few moments before shaking it off, there was no use dwelling in such a menial thing after all. He grumbled, waiting for the eventual return of the avian, wondering how he's been holding up and hoping that he hasn't encountered any sort of conflict.

Zack turned to regard the neth with a blink, although with his constrictive clothing it was more like a momentary squint. Unable to fully grin, he made a happy mouth at her as he overheard her order. "-Two-, huh? Oh, another for me? How nice! Thank you!" He gave a slight snort then gave a restricted wiggle of his head, "Kidding, of course." He hastily added, "U-unless if you really are paying for me, in which case that'd be one of the nicest things anyone has done for me for, uh, a while."

The coyote returned the gesture of the search-over as she examined him, although his examination never went beyond simply glancing over her and her attire. "Yeees, yes. Quite... tight." He whined in agreement. "But the scarf never comes off, no matter what. However, I could do without the hood, maybe...?" He gave a searching, paranoid glance around the inn's space. In the corner he recognized the face of one of his earlier victims, who wore a crestfallen expression as he clutched his beard which now resembled a shrub. "On second thought, perhaps not." Zack murmured.

He returned his attention to the neth by him. "But no, I didn't see you creep up on me there. Not at all," he remarked, "Although it's hard to see lots of things in this... this hood. I imagine it's like being in the blinders they put on horses." He pointed to her own garb, "Now, a hood like yours doesn't seem so... burdensome to wear." He nodded. "Probably because yours was actually made for people of your size." He concluded with a slight grumble. "Anyhow, what's your name?"

During the second day of the trip something happened.
"Sea bandits,"  observer on the nest
Yelled
"I expected this," Rakonai Captain said.
 "Prepare to fight"
The boat was getting closer,  Varm pulled out his blades.
"Finally, I'll show them what I can".
The first Thug jumped on the ship. Immediately he was knocked off by massive Orion. However right after him 4 new jumped on the deck , one of them, lah'na attacked Varm with daggers. Varm avoided his attack, however lah'na attacked again, this time opponent was faster and cutted Varm's shoulder. "Damn it". Varm decided to use his Strength, grabbed barrel standing beside and threw her into the opponent. Lah'na dodged this attack and started gearing up for the next attack. Varm this time was prepared and when the opponent jumped hit him in flight with the shoulder. Lah'na fell down heavily on wooden boards of the deck, he seemed unconscious, nothing more wrong. After a moment he broke from the ground simultaneously throwing one of his daggers, fortunately the blade hit the armour on the left Varm shoulder Varm decided to risk charging At enemy, thanks for deafening caused by the blow in the deck lah'na didn't expect such a move. Powerfully he was hit with the Varm's fist. It threw him back and then he was hit with the blade of the Varm weapon. Blood poured over with the stream. In order to finish lah'na Varm punched him in the face with the fist. He fell down unconscious to the ground. Varm turned to remaining fighters, 2 thugs lay on boards of the deck and one of yachtsmen was in the bloodstain. Varm noticed that one of thugs had stood to him by his back, Varm charged and hit him in the back with one of blades, as a result of the blow both they fell down to the ground, fortunately this one heavy blow was enough for thug to be dead.
Thugs started to retreat. The crew decided to let them go. It was a good fight captain said, I hope that such an Accident won't happen again. Thugs as soon as possible swam away not caring about the injured. Varm came up to the body of lah'na he fought, lah'na still lived, Varm decided to cure his wound and next laid him with the consent of the captain in the bed of killed crew member.

Of the following day lah'na woke up and wanted to attack somebody and then escape from the ship, fortunately in time he was caught by Varm guarding him.
"Where are you going to go?"
"Everywhere anyhow farthest from you."
"Your mates left you, so I can see no reason for you to be supposed to come back to them."
"Not him but her!"
"You are a woman?" Varm thought whether the eyesight wasn't getting him mixed up
"You look like the boy, it most probably because of spending time with these thugs".
"Enough, right away you will see what I can do".
"Calm down, you are wounded and I am fighting only in reason, I hope that we will reach an agreement, we still have a day of the trip."

Erion just looked at the lion, and then looked down a bit. He looked to the side. They probably would figure out sooner or later... figure out that he was a necromancer... at least... one that only use soul powers. Last time he tried to raise the dead... it made him so sick and felt so wrong cause how the soul itself reacted to this.... he just stopped and let the soul be in peace. And other kinds of necromancy like using bones? Well... he tried that before also. Sure, it was useful, but then again, people saw that kind of magic as wrong. So he sticked to soul magic. He look down. He was just unsure about this. He was a bit... intimidated by the lion. But if they were to travel together... maybe it was best to tell them... but deep down he was a bit fearful.
"It's.... nothing.... nothing you need to really concern about. It's a personal trouble that I have that I been trying to get rid of for about a year..." he ended up saying. He breath deeply.
"I really don't like talking about it." he then says. just avoiding eye contact there, although he had a slight look of... sadness also. He wished a bit to be able to tell someone, but he just didn't know if he could trust him. He looked at the lion afterwards.
"With the amount of prejudice with the type of magic someone uses..." he just end up saying, now a bit fearful that he would put 2 and 2 together in this. Maybe he already knew about his type of magic. But with the fact that this type specifically of magic saved his life and helped him so much in the past... He just breath deeply and prayed he won't attack him suddenly.

Ymahr grunted under his breath at the uncooperative nature of the fox, if the lion wasn't already suspicious before he is now. The vulpine's body language was already saying as much, he looked as if though talking about the particular subject caused him grief and for a while the feline thought he should just drop the subject to protect his privacy but if he was going to be accompanying both him and Thorvald, he had better be comfortable with opening up to the both of them, lack of communication is what often severs bonds.

He grumbles at the words of the fox, rather than telling the truth he chooses to hide it under his own skin, or rather fur in this case. Granted it was personal, but bottling up your own problems generally leads to more problems along the road. The vulpine was avoiding eye contact, which just raised his suspicions even more, call it cliche' but cats were always curious little beings, and the lion was no exception to this rule. Eventually, he flashes back at their earlier quarrel with the Wurm and tries to recall what kind of magic he had used earlier. It was offensive, that was obvious enough, he was throwing ball-like projectiles here and there. And the fact that he said, "With the amount of prejudice with the type of magic someone uses.", the lion soon figured out that his travelling ally was none other than a Necromancer, no other school of magic would be faced with such discrimination other than those who practice the dead arts after all.

The feline closed his eyes and cast aside his spear, looking at the fox directly in the eye.

"Pathetic."

He crossed his arms and spoke up once more.

"You are pathetic for doubting others, but more pathetic for doubting yourself. One should not be defined by their magic, but with their actions. If you yourself know that what you are doing is right, then who are you to fall victim at the words of others? To fall for such petty words, that is weak. But showing the world what it has not is strength."

The words came out like a sage to his disciple. His sentences may have come off as rude or rather blunt, but it had to be said. The feline picked up his spear and with a slight grin on his muzzle continued,

"But bear in mind that should you ever betray me, I will not hesitate to hunt you down to the ends of this world just to see justice be delivered."

The tone in his voice made it ambiguous whether or not he was joking. And he would like it be left that way.

As the innkeeper had served others before her, Atlas was able to do a little listening around the room. Well not purposely, but standing around doing nothing makes you look for something to do. The two beside her were having a questionable conversation that she tried her best not to pay attention to. Something staves and removing clothing? Um, anyway...

Meanwhile, there was a curious little Shael the Tothum decided to attune her attention to. He was calling for someone to help, of course, with a slain wurm. I knew that whole mess would come back to bite me in the tail. Atlas thought, shuffling her hooves with mild apprehension. It would be the right thing to go back and help out, who knew what would happen if they left a dead monster carcass out there. The scales were sharp, someone could get hurt if they fell near it. Or most rather, it would attract more terrifying creatures that could harm the citizens of this city.

Her freshly refilled drinks came to her, and she quickly dismissed herself, weighing the pros and cons of whether or not she and most likely not, Rykiar, should help strangers. Making her way back upstairs and in their bedroom, she placed the mugs on the bedside drawer, occupied in this internal struggle. She did just do her Beast form, and was pretty dang tired. Her meal did help regain some energy, so maybe should could just help carry the rest of the creature by foot if others helped. Flying did always take a lot out of her. Although, that butcher certainly did rip them off. That was probably grade A, recently kill wurm. They could have at least gotten a couple more hundred coins at least. Well, then again, she knew next to nothing about bargaining as much as Rykiar thinks she does. She usually ends up just eventually agreeing with whatever price the opposite party wants and she never had the energy to keep going. Hell, this was probably the longest she'd ever think over something.

"Atlas? Hello in there? Please don't tell me you've fallen asleep with your eyes open. We're going to have to sleep in different rooms if you-"

Atlas rolled her eyes, throwing a pillow at the mouse to quiet him. "Shush no. I just saw one of those guys that we stole the wurm from downstairs. He was asking for help to carry it back here." She could already see that Rykiar wasn't interested in hard labor, and neither was she. It was a lot coming from her, being the biggest lazybones there is. I mean, I guess I am bigger than most others, well unless they're a Rakonai or an Orius. Well I suppose it just depends on the person, there's always variation.

"The whole thing is I'm a bit worried about the dead thing attracting more scary things, and said things attacking this cute town."

This still didn't really change the Neth's mind. She looked around for some sort of motive. Atlas' eyes fell upon the last of the baked bread. She looked back up Rykiar and he's brow furrowed, daring her to do her worst. Faster than she's ever been, and fortunately faster than her mouse, the cow snatched up the bread. She held it up out of the much shorter Rykiar's reach, which was quite easy.

"Oh no! Is this the last of that bread? The same bread we both agreed must have been made by angels?" She glanced down, waggling her own brow in playfulness. "I'm so full, but I guess a little bite will be no trouble." Atlas then slowly lowered the bread toward her mouth threateningly.

"Alright! Alright! We'll go help them!" Atlas then of course handed him the mediocre at best bread with a grin.

Helping others felt almost as good as sleeping for twelve hours, which she'll make sure to do as soon as they got back. Making their way back stairs, which she grew to hate the more she climbed them, She spotted the poor Shael who kept repeating his need for help. Atlas gave him a sheepish smile as well a little wave to get his attention. Rykiar obviously spoke for the two of them and did so.

"We'd like to help!" He exclaimed a bit too enthusiastically, most likely swayed by the mention of pay. Now they'd have more spending money, which meant of course more food.

Erion just stared a bit at the lion, and grumbles at what he said. He just looked angry a bit.
"Calling me pathetic... Want to know why I don't tell people about my type of magic?! Yes I use necromancy, the soul aspect to be exact! I know that the tpye of magic dosen't define the person, but what they do with it! I should be the first to even know that with what happen to me in the past!" he says, walking forwards.

"Ever had someone try to kill you at night, someone from your own party cause he though you were evil and were going to kill the group? Ever had people you believed to be friends just turn you in to a group of people that want to get rid of all type of necromancy, even the soul aspect?! I am sorry, but that is a good reason to not trust people with that information." he adds, then calming down a bit as he look at the lion, standing there. His spirit energy had been moving around him right now, visible, but it dissipated.

"And you tell me that I am pathetic for doubting others! Ever had your own family end up killing your best friend cause he discovered a large scheme crime organization in your own family that you didn't even know about at all! And the irony here is that they used miracle magic, healing victims of their own scheme to get money!" he then adds, then calming down again as he looks at the lion. Erion didn't know how the lion would react to all this... but maybe it was best to come clean with him. Maybe it was best to tell him the reasons so that he understands why he was unsure about telling about his type of magic... and the fact that he didn't trust others

"Sorry that I don't trust others, but with how many times I ended up with people not giving me any respect or even trying to kill me, as well as not even knowing who to trust or believe in anymore..." he then ends up saying, a small tear in his eye... but he cleans it off afterwards. Then... Jim showed up.... again...

"Awww... cry baby gonna have a br..." he was able to say before Erion turned to him and then yelled.

"SHUT UP JIM!" he says before using a large soul blast and pronouncing some necromancy words, banishing the spirit once again.

"S.... sorry.... that dang spirit.... That... is my personal problem. I hear the spirits and everything they say.... but there is one that keep coming back and back and annoying me and... ugh.... I just want to get rid of that one. Even the other spirits want him gone... giving you an idea of how annoying he is..." he says, trying to cheer up a bit. He hoped that the lion would understand a bit more now. He didn't say though his real family name... but knowing how that scheme had been revealed before.... Letendre familly... If he heard about them... well... he would know they are now rotting in a dungeon now... That was a good reason why he didn't want to carry that cursed name with him... A new family name... one that he would stay with from now on.

The lion was taken aback at the sudden aggressiveness of the fox before him, in that moment it was as if he wasn't the same person he knew earlier. The words coming out of his mouth were vitriolic but at the same time were tinged with grief and sorrow. Granted, the vulpine had been through a lot up until now, something that the lion was witnessing first-hand, truth be told it made him feel a bit uneasy and slightly guilty. Listening to Erion ramble about his past, the leonine man was reminded of his own. He avoided the gaze of the young man, looking forlornly at the ground as the fox was still talking, it was almost like he was being scolded for something he shouldn't have done. When it came to distrust, he was no stranger, in fact many people would be with the way the world is right now.

The words of the fox eventually culminated with him talking about his family and how they killed his best friend, a very sensitive subject it would seem, and one for many. The lion was no exception to this and thoughts of his own family come back to him and he sighs, he does miss them a great deal, but coming back now would just...He shook his head, trying to abandon the thoughts and discarding them. The conversation ended with the fox with tears in his eyes. The pangs of guilt were taking over the lion, the one thing he didn't need right now was to deal a crying fox, he wasn't geared for these sort of things!

"My...apologies."

The lion was gritting his teeth and was trying to avoid eye-contact with the fox, all the while salving the pride he had just lost. Then again, it was through his own foolhardiness that he was in the predicament in the first place, so really it was his own fault. Right now there was little he could do to comfort the tearful young man, he might just make it worse. Deciding to risk it, the lion was about to say something to soothe the pain of the fox but...something interrupted their little conversation.

Erion referred to him as a spirit, but from the looks of it, "pest" or "annoyance" might have made for better names. At the very least the tension had dissipated-somewhat, and the fox was looking better than before. The lion closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, trying to decide whether he should be the one to speak up this time or stay silent, lest he cause more trouble again.

"He seems fond of you at the very least."

At first, it seemed like nobody wanted to help us, heck, even WITH me offering the reward, everyone just sort of went back to their own business, as if it was taboo to leave the city, or something. A few of them even looked at me as if I was a freak, or a monster. Thankfully, they didn't try to attack me, though, a few thieves backed away from me once they figured out that I killed one of those things. Yes, somehow, even thieves weren't interested in helping me with my problem... thieves who were desperate for money didn't want to help me move something back into town for some serious pay. I just finished asking a group of thieves, one of them a neth, another one a nin'tah, and a third an orius, all of whom were just about to try to steal from me, and who all ran off once I mentioned the wurm. That's when I heard someone say that they'll help. Two someones, in fact. They were the rat and the cow from the inn I visited a few moments ago. "Hm? You've changed your mind, then? Great! I was starting to think nobody here wanted the money, or wanted to help me," I gave a sort of cackling laugh, and added "Come on, I know the way... relatively speaking, anyways," I was quickly reminded of how easily I get lost on foot, though, thankfully, I wouldn't have to land until I got there, so that wasn't much of a problem. While I was almost tempted to not tell them my name, I eventually figured that they should probably know if they're going to help, or if I'm going to see them, again "Name's Thorvald, by the way, but most folks around here know me as lightning rod. Thanks for the help, by the way, it's not always a good idea to leave a corpse out in the wilderness... could attract a group of direwolves, or something," I ended up saying to the new guy and... er... girl?

The flight there was really peaceful, as the sky was free from any sort of clouds, storm or otherwise. Days like this reminded me of my early years, back when I lived in Sha'varen, where we almost never got stormy weather, and where it was always warm, perfect for flight. I even recalled why, exactly I came all the way to Laharia in the first place... my parents said that the cats there would eat me alive, and I just laughed at that, almost as if I knew it was just some schoolyard rumor made up so we young fledglings don't fly away to more dangerous countries. I ended up... sort of living here since. While I'd visit my home once a year, I spent most of my last thirteen years here, in the land of the cat, and I even built a reputation as an adventurer, one who isn't fazed by the sight of some of the stranger or more disgusting monsters and demons out there, and one who is often found lost in some cave, or flying over a forest, even one who was known to literally laugh in the face of danger, for better or worse. I finally made it back to where we might as well have set up camp by now, looking back to make sure that the two were following me, and saying "Found some help, but... there's only two of them, so we might still have to carry the thing back to town... sorry. I guess people don't like me for some reason," I shrugged at the last part, and noticed that the two of them seemed to be in a foul mood. "Um... something happen while I was gone?" I ask the two of them, hoping that I can find some way to fix it, or at least make it better, whatever it was.

Erion looked at the lion as he frown and shake his head.
"Now you know what I didn't want to talk about it..." he says to him, calming down soon, but still in a bad mood right now. He hated having to talk about all this, but calling him pathetic cause he didn't trust others... He shakes his head. Just then, Thorvald came back, although saying that he only found 2 people to help bring the creature back. He then asked if anything happened while he was gone. He stayed silent a bit.
"Just that we had a serious talk." he said, not wanting to get into detail right now. He really didn't want to talk about it much, and last thing he needed was more people knowing about his past. Never know when his dang parents might escape prison and hunt him down... he was the reason why they were caught anyway, after he found out about all this... with the help of his friend at least... To think he was the reason why he went to necromancy in the end instead of using miracle magic... He shook his head.
"Lets just get that thing to town please." he says. He then look at lion.
"You tell him if you want about what I said. I don't feel like repeating myself after all this." he then says, in a voice that sounded a bit like he wanted to cry, but he hold back. He shook his head afterwards as he goes to move the thing.

"Nile's the name, pleasure's my game." Nile said, rather pleased as she'd just thought that up. "The second ones for me too but I guess we can share." Nile's curiosity was perked by his strange comment. "Doesn't come off does it? Oh I'm sure I could get all of your clothes off, one way or another . . ." Any further speculation was cut off by someone bursting in and asking for help. Normally she was against work but she did enjoy wurm meat and could make a bit more cash on the side. Sounded like a pretty good deal. "Well we can worry about that later tall and handsome. Lets go after that shael before he gets too far off, k?" Nile asked and downed the rest of her mug with a loud sigh indicating her pleasure with the drink and got up, heading off in the right direction, seemingly assuming that her unwitting companion would follow. Whether he did or not was not really any concern of hers.