The orc turned to face the stranger who was giving him a hard glare. It seemed that he was a sea captain of some sort, and was willing to assist him if Talthavar explained what this well of wishes was. He himself wasn't entirely sure, with most of the information he received being levied by rumors and myth. "To put it simply, it is a magical place that can grant wishes to anyone who can find it. It's said to be in the lands of Ayya, but even the natives do not know where it is. I must find the Well of Wishes and use it's power... He didn't say for what reason, thinking that it was far to personal to share with just anybody. He wasn't that drunk yet.

Soon the tavern exploded into some sort of brawl that Ralthavar had no interest in getting involved in. As much as he liked to revel with the rest of them, he needed to find the Well of Wishes as soon as possible. "Do you have a ship of some sort? I can try to explain more once we are not here."

With Auri leading them the two found themselves at the tree clump soon enough, though perhaps not as soon as they would have if Darrian was in front. Upon arrival Auri made themselves busy with foraging, taking very little time to find a decent clump of edible mushrooms "You deal with these, make us a camp" they said briskly, having not spoken to him since he patted them on the head, and pushed the freshly harvested caps towards him "Im gonna find us some more" and with that they darted off to search for any signs of animal life, hoping to flesh out the meal with some meat, or if nothing else a few more eggs. Though in all honesty they were more interested in getting some space between Darrian and themselves, he had patted Auri on the head and it had been a long time since they had received any positive human contact and it had them flustered and not entirely sure how to deal with it.

Attempting to ignore all of this unaccustomed confusion Auri focused on the basics. Life was better with food that stayed down they had discovered, and after spending enough time during their travels eating barely edible roots and assorted fungi they were always glad to have something more substantial. It was then that a small movement caught their eye and they turned quickly, spotting a small rabbit tail disappearing amongst the bushes. Auri licked their lips and drew their prized bird skull they used for a mask from under their poncho and placed it ceremoniously on their head, partly for the effect and partly because it worked as a another distraction from the head patting, and then proceeded to edge towards the bush where their prey had vanished. After very slowly and carefully pushing through the bush to make very little noise Auri's beak covered face appeared in a small clearing. A clearing that was housing not one but three rabbits, a veritable feast on legs. Auri chuckled inwardly, not wanting to startle dinner and reached ever so slowly for a vial containing a liquid that both induced sleep and vaporised when exposed to air. Once the dinner were safely unconscious Auri would brain them with a rock, this thought process was almost accompanied with muttering under their breath at the need for a new knife but they held back their intended whisper. Dinner would run if they were startled even the slightest

Without wasting her time, Aerrea, in a single movement, positioned herself between the fairy and the reptilian humanoid and shouted, addressing both: "Stop!" Then she pulled out Immes which transformed into two shortswords, identical to his usual shortsword appearance but joined with a chain, each nestled into each of Aerrea's hands, the right pointing towards the reptilian and the left pointing towards the fairy, as she spoke, strongly and calmly: "Now you should stop this before someone calls the city guards. It is the Aurnin's Spring Fair and all conflict inside the limits of Aurnin are forbidden under the threat of death. So before this goes further I advise you to stop." She took at glance at both parties in this situation, as well as the crowd which was partially scared, partially shouting "fight, fight" and partially doing something else. Then Naikawa informed Aerrea: "The city guards should be here in ten or so minutes. They were not expecting interventions before the evenings so they left only a symbolic amount on active duty so that was why ..." Ingoing his rumbling Aerrea overview her objectives: defuse the situation fast; grab the fairy, weird reptilian and Zenohunt and run off; all before the city guards show up. She was almost sure that the guards will be pissed about this and they might detain her and the mentioned three just to have some way to get rid of some anger they got from being called in so suddenly. Hopefully this two will be enough smart not to start more trouble ...

James jumped back in surprise when the Fairy started to grow in size. Okay, so maybe I wasn't telling fibs... He backed away slowly, and watched as the Talgan man let out an almost canine growl and jumped at the Fairy, trying to attack her. This is going to be interesting, James thought, as he turned and walked back to his seat in the corner of the tavern to safely watch the pair fight. Turns out it wasn't much of a fight, just the Fairy dodging the man at a really fast speed, which made James gasp a little. She's fast. James couldn't resist laughing when the Talgan man flew into the wooden cabinet. This really is an interesting 'fight, he thought, continuing to watch.

After the cat-like species lapped up the alcohol Eoin let his elvish laugh ring out across the bar. Of course everybody must of thought he was mad, since here the elf was conversing with a cat. Eoin quickly looked at into the bar, nobody was even paying attention,

"I'm not too sure if I want everybody minding their own business, this could be a great little song." Though Eoin. As the elf composed songs he realized the Felysian asked him about the whereabouts of the well and all he could say was,

"Somewhere north of the Lacremia Mountains in Lemea, which is a large area, presumably," Pulling a map from his knapsack Eoin said, "From the mountains north are two more mountain ranges, the orcish highlands, and vast lands beyond that. It'd be a long journey. Perhaps the book can provide a clue of some sorts to help us find the location. Have you heard tales of this among your... litter? "

Nya looked at the map the two-legged creature was holding, as expected maps were really self explanatory so there was no need for translating or too much thinking about it. Though Nya really had no idea what orcs are. And the journey didn't really seem hard, just as the two-legs said, long. Not nearly as long as the trip to Lemea was though.
Then the two-legs asked him if the story was known amongst his litter, he vaguely remembered his brothers and sisters. But that was ages ago.
"Mrrrr~ We have no storries of this place... We have only storries of starrs, seas and magic."
This was in fact the truth, Markavians didn't really write books a lot, and if they were books they were usually books on astronomy, movements of fish in the sea or magical tomes. In fact Nya had several shrunk Tomes with her at all times.

"Well," said the elf who was quite interested in stories of stars, "you'll have to tell me some of those stories sometime." The elf pulled out a map of the land. and laid it across the counter. For a moment the cat took in the map, presumably studying it, then Eoin pulled out a stick of charcoal and began to mark down a path through the Orclands. The path went down the center of the land to the Orc Lake then following the river Olassa. To the Felysian he said,

"This is the path we're going to follow, now my map doesn't have much beyond the river, but we may be able to grab one from a tribe. What do you thing Felysian?"

The super-sized Fairy smiles cheerily with the arrival of a new person, immediately forgetting she had been in a conflict at her strange words.

"Stop? Stop wha- WAH! A fair? That sounds fun~! Nice swords!" After her short, scattered outburst, Aes'tille begins drifting off towards the entrance, spinning slightly so to absorb as much as her enviroment as possible. Her size begins to decrease gradually as she flies, eventually reaching its initial size by the time she reaches the door. Suddenly, she stops, turning back around with a visibly confused expression. She pats her back experimentally, soon realizing that she's left her sword somewhere and couldn't see it. She raises one of her hands, releasing a slight pink glow from her fingers that trails in an almost smoke-like manner across the bar and behind the counter. After a moment of stillness and quiet mumbling, her expression brightens up and she pulls the violet "string" back with a fork attached at the end. The seemingly ordinary fork rapidly returns to her hand, flying through the air like a bullet before landing casually in her let hand's grasp. The fork is quite large in comparison to her fairy-sized body, but she still holds it with a single hand, admiring its silver sheen briefly before redirecting her gaze back to the forgotten crowd, particularly the girl with the swords. Something itches at the back of her mind, but she can't quite remember why everybody looked so shocked...

Orren growled when some person, a human by the looks of it, got in between him in and the fairy. They started spouting off stuff about some festival, and guards coming after them. Orren had half a mind to let them come; he was pissed off and going on adrenaline. He turned back to the roach to see that it had shrunk back down to bite size. Orren was just about to raise his hand to smack it when it darted off through the air. He growled.

"Fuck this," The Talgan grumbled. "I'm out of here." He turned his back to them and began to storm off.

Aerrea looked at the two storm out and quickly decided to do the same, not wishing to deal with the guards. But first she put Immes back into the sheet, the sword returning to the form of a single shortsword, and walked to the counter to pay the bill. Then she turned to the reptilian and the fairy, hoping that they would pay attention to her: "Hey! Wait!" Then she stepped after them towards the exit ...