On the way deeper into the campsite, Flicker kept glancing behind themself back towards the fight, a grimace slowly creeping over their face. The weird feeling that fire had given them, the fact the attackers were speaking Primordial, and the strange mutilations they had all was making Flicker feel more on edge than normal. It was only when they were far enough from the fight that the exhaustion finally hit them.
"Well, that happened," Flicker said, fighting back the urge to yawn as they returned their attention back to their companions. It was only then that the fire genasi realised that three of their group had already ran off and were currently near some stall, downing some kind of suspicious potion without a second thought. Flicker mumbled some elvish curse under their breath before reluctantly following after them. "Do you three have a death wish or something?" they hissed once they were close enough. "You don't just drink something that some random merchant is selling you. Especially..." They waved towards the sign. "Not from one who's spelling is that terrible."
"Well, that happened," Flicker said, fighting back the urge to yawn as they returned their attention back to their companions. It was only then that the fire genasi realised that three of their group had already ran off and were currently near some stall, downing some kind of suspicious potion without a second thought. Flicker mumbled some elvish curse under their breath before reluctantly following after them. "Do you three have a death wish or something?" they hissed once they were close enough. "You don't just drink something that some random merchant is selling you. Especially..." They waved towards the sign. "Not from one who's spelling is that terrible."