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[color=#9D7A80]Time:[/color] Night
[color=#9D7A80]Location:[/color] Deep in the forest
[color=#9D7A80]Interactions:[/color] [@ReusableSword] Roman [@Lava Alckon] Farim [@Conscripts] John & Frederick

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Torvi's focus shifted swiftly as the chaos unfolded around her, her senses attuned to the shifting dynamics of the confrontation. As the newcomers, Frederick and John, joined the fray with Farim and herself, Torvi couldn't help but feel annoyance bubbling up in her. Did these people truly not understand the gravity of the situation? Had they been cut off from the spirits for so long to not realize the danger they posed? She had little time to dwell on her thoughts, though, as her spell began taking effect and the spirits began swirling around them. Her attention, however, was grabbed by something else, the figure standing before Farim, facing down the wrathful spirits. She made a mental note to investigate this man further at a later time, recognizing the potential significance of his presence.

However, her attention quickly returned to the immediate situation as the spirits unleashed their fury upon the group, their anguished screams echoing through the clearing. Torvi stood her ground, unaffected by their wrath, her resolve unwavering. This had not been the first time she’d experienced something like this and she was sure it wouldn’t be the last. She merely had to ignore the hurtful words about the ancestors for the time being and would reflect on that later.

When the spirits finally dissipated and Roman collapsed to the ground, Torvi wasted no time in addressing the three men who had joined the fight. Her voice was firm as she asserted her authority over the situation.

[color=#9D7A80]"This was my fight alone,"[/color] she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. [color=#9D7A80]"You had no right to intervene. I pulled him so far away from the crowd to protect everyone, as I knew the severity of the situation."[/color]

With a few muttered curses under her breath in her native tongue, Torvi turned her attention to Fenrys as he reappeared in the clearing. She exchanged a silent communication with her companion before refocusing on Farim's inquiries about the princess and his cousin. She could still scent the princess on the two newest additions to the fight and if she focused enough, she caught a faint trail leading further away from the same scent.

[color=#9D7A80]"The princess is nearby,"[/color] she informed Farim, her eyes scanning the area as she recalled the princess, Anastasia, who had earlier been with Farim and they seemed close. She’d watched them briefly from a distance when she was merely observing the ritual. She also remembered the one she assumed to be Farim’s cousin being with them. [color=#9D7A80]"You are her lover, I suppose? Fenrys will lead you to her and then to your cousin. The redhead should be with your cousin as well, safe from harm. If I discover the princess was harmed by you, then I will be sure to hunt you down and remove your balls before serving them to you on a silver platter."[/color]

With that, Fenrys walked to Farim’s side, ready to lead the way. Torvi moved back to the unconscious form of Roman and knelt down next to him.

[color=#9D7A80]"I will ensure this man’s safety and bring him back to his people,"[/color] she assured all of them. Torvi wasted no time in heaving Roman's unconscious form onto her shoulders with surprising ease. [color=#9D7A80]”Now please excuse me.”[/color] She said with a nod and then began moving. With a determined stride, she began to make her way back in the direction of the ritual site, her mind already focused on returning him to his servant, Erik.[/color]