Adonis Coswain did not care if he was being rude, he had a job to do, and he had very little time to waste. If they could jot protect the Princess inside her own home town, the whole situation was more screwed than the current world was and that was broken beyond belief.

“Right now, We lost one man, we have second maybe mentally attacked, Not in the best of minds.” He said with utter honesty, they had a missing princess but he also looked about as he was talking, unwilling to be caught off guard. The Prince… a message, well his advisor was a blightborn, the taken was run by one and more so that she acted as a messenger was not impossible in the current strange and chaotic metric Dawn Haven was.

“Not seen by eye, had personal business at Temple, not on duty. That way, if he finds the crime scene, take that way, it should lead to him, if they take the main path, it's the most likely chance.” He turned and gestured a direction towards the Temple on the far side of town. “Blightborn might have mental attack, from wounds, very dangerous close up, maybe use a sword, do not take it lightly. If they chose to linger. We do not know yet.” Coswain decided to day, blight born or not throwing someone against that monster prepared was for one a waste of good soldiers and B, no different than just cutting the person's head off yourself.

He could strike her down, claim he thought she was the attacker and much as it would not look good, it would not be an end to his status. No one would be too willing to worry over a blightborn, reborn, ghoul some called them but he could not be bothered to insult like that, and his own goals. They had far more important matters to bother their minds and fates.

“Seen any tracks, a woman's? Maybe 2? ”He asked as he began to search again, he really needed to find her, if no one got word out properly he would be on his own for a while. As things got busier and closer to the town the ability to track the trail became harder, snow was cleared, many feet had been about, guard and Civilian alike.

It was hard to try to have to work with a blightborn after years of being the hunter or the defender from them, Lunarians did not change easily, they were stubborn people and proud…but not stupid. If she saw something it might help.

He was trying to find a rock in a mountain range with how chaotic the back streets of dawn haven could be laid out. The town was built too quickly, and plans…had got a little flexible. Selene knew what ever the Princess plan was right now, most of these humble mortals did not.

@The Muse

Valgo

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Stables -> Tavern

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Tidying up the last of his jobs, Valgo took one last look over the stables ensuring everything was in order before turning to leave. Sensing the direction they were heading, Rogh was near silent as he launch himself off the tribesman's shoulder and flew out into the open air.
Following the hawk, Valgo pause to pet one of the horses in passing and then he was out on the road again.

It wasn't too much later that his large hand was pressing against the wooden door of the tavern. Even from the outside he could feel the warmth from with in permeating through. With a slow gentle shove the door groan as it repeat its tedious repetitious motion and open. Valgo was instantly hit by the noise and commotion of the inn. He was not a big fan of the dense busy space, too many people, too unpredictable, but he [i]had[i] come to enjoy the beverages he could trade their coins for.

The concept of currency was still somewhat new to him although having used it now for a couple of years now he still found it all back to front. It gave weak men more and bent strong men to the mercy of their lessors. It allowed babes to starve while those with much orchestrated meaningless offerings to themselves. As wrong and messed up as it was, it was the world he was a part of now. Entering the establishment, the floor complaining under his every heavy step, he cross the room as he dig into his pocket searching for said coins.

He was halfway to the counter, doing a good job of ignoring those around him, when a figure suddenly caught his attention. A young man sitting alone in what the 'civilised' people probably considered fashionable clothing. He was drawn to this Lunarian not because he had seen the man before but because he had been told of his description in detail. Redirecting his path to the young man's table he stood over it and gesture to him with his chin.
"You Desmond Warren?"
He ask in his gruff foreign accent. The words sounding like they were going through a grinder on the way out of his mouth.

Sya watched as she drank her enforced water to Valas glare if she even looked at the wine, the Lime eyes of the other blightborn clearly seen as her hair was cut short around her horns. She had a musical tone but like Sya had the grit and iron to survive even after their rebirth. To resist the thoughts wanting to turn you Feral, to make you a monster people claimed they were.

Becky hopped over the rogue tail without much challenge, really Sya was a trip hazard but she was also still the owner, and was too busy to get her upstairs yet too. They would put up with it. Ideally they would have given her a bunch of food to help but Vala shook her head and had told her that would only make Sya ill and worse, they just had to give her water and keep her off the booze. maybe they should let her sober up before they took her upstairs?

“Onion?” Sya thought as a man walks in but he was not her blight born friend, a man in warmer rugged wear, pretty practical but good quality. As people went he looked pretty normal if not better dressed than average for the town. Still her large eye were turned to see a woman having a moment with a man who struck her as a little bit … something pricked her senses and she was more curious now. The Lamia woman was pretty good at working things out, though her inebriation made that sense all fuzzy like looking through a blizzard or a foggy day…Not that that bothered her much now, her gifts gave her ability to ignore the lack of light, and now even just sense their energy when her excellent vision failed.

Sya ignored Becky and Vala reaching arm as she moved to check her face and hair in a small mirror leaving winter cloak behind the bar and smoothing out her Auralian dress, its blue complimenting her now changed colouration. “No drinking OK Sya. You can help, just be careful” Vala said and Becky nodded along and yes they told her odd but their was care and worry for her, Sya had been hurt, got drunk, and decided to try and flirt with a royal Advisor. Never a boring day in Dawn Haven. “Siii will, you need helps, it's still busy.” Sya slithered out, one hand on something for support, be it bar, wall, table or so, she made her way and moved slowly as she had to work on balance at same time.

Reaching the red head woman's table, she seemed a little strange, less like the normal person customers but she Saw the potential tension between them. “Feel Free to order at the bar.” She spoke casually but still had enough presence of mind to spot the man as a potential bad egg, the woman was unknown…maybe just a fancy shell and not wanting to mix with the other eggs so easily. “Welcome to the eye of Beholder.” Sya said casually though the implication was to reduce trouble starting by just greeting people and making self known.

The Lamia Had to tuck her tail closer in the busy Inn, it certainly was a downside as she moved through the room. She spotted the practical looking man curiosity over took her and she pushed a path though giving a slight grimace as she knocked her serpentine length against a column. though how would That feel if someone was more gentle, a lovers touch and so running down her smooth sca… Sya cut the vision off out of her book she was reading, time for those thoughts later.

“Welcome to eye, how can we help you, my names Sya and welcome to my Inn.” Sya said proudly though she swayed a little and took a seat…. Well took was a word, she kind of half sat sideways, she was yet to work out a natural look for using chairs. Flashes of blue scales rose up as she waved, in sinc with her body, curlling about her to not trip up people. “What brings you to Dawn Haven? We had quite a few newcomers lately. Know the traders better though.” She asked casually and watched the door, as she paid attention to him, commenting on the seeing influx of people attracted to the town. Sya had decided that sometimes the best way to avoid the whole… monster thing was to just show she was a… normal…kinda…person.

Sya felt a breeze on her bare arms, she was not cooled but felt it, the dress did not really need to protect her from the weather as her modesty. “Welcome, enjoy the feast. Our new bakery has free samples as well as the distillery.” Sya waved in greeting to a white haired woman with a tipsy smile, her gesture mimicked instinctively. Sya was politely described as petite, she never had been tall or overly blessed by breast, muscle but she had long lost the tan she had in her first life, she was just glad her eye, unlike other emberkin, was a less threatening blue.

Sya control, her ease apparently she had taken things had a personal secret, an old one. Though Sya had never succumbed to the more primal side, she had formed more of an alliance with it, those instincts and enforces where a part of her as her human desires and preferences. She never really told many all as it probably would be misunderstood, Sya had long lived with two sides and she worked to keep those in a form of balance Vs forcing one to submit to the other. Sya trusted her instincts and her perception, it was why she was still alive today.

“What can we do for you this feast Day, lovely dress i must say.” Sya asked politely to the lady in fitted Dress, white hair and purples. She did look very pretty she had to admit, Sya thought she had a rather distinctive look and was not afraid to use it. Plus it was a good potential Ice Breaker to break the tension of her… differences.

Sya saw the large barbarian enter, she assumed he was tribal of some kind due to his accent and had to crane her neck and bend her waist slightly to see his head. Her eye showed her slight concern but she knew that not everyone was like they sounded or seemed to be. She was the example in her own mind. “Welcome, how can we help you, I'm Sya, I run the Inn, Clansman of the borders are welcome long as your peaceful. Borderlander.” She repeated her words in a more guttural, harsher native tongue that was more similar to the languages spoken on the main kingdoms far flung border regions. Sya thanks to her father spoke the general tongue, Borderland and a small amount of formal Auralian she picked up on helping her fathers business trading with the kingdom.

Sya added the last bit, where she was originally from to explain her sudden shodt in languages.

Thank You daddy, she thought with a little sad thought, he had taught her a lot of the skills she was using to live her life. Sya helped handle the suppliers, the gold, the traders letting her father work and get more done in the meantime and just shake hands later. Eventually Sya was one who he just told to do it, a rather proud woman that day, though his tear he hid told he probbly was equally proud of his daughter, the tough man was not the best at openly expressing it but it was clear nonetheless.

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Daphne

Crime scene

Amazon Action time.

Daphne wanted to protest, she was a guard and was the Prince going to rest Ayel? Of all the silver spoon spineless nobles to his defense? He was going to use a man who turned into a cat as a form of tracking? He was leaving the Auralia sage to …handle a sensitive Lunarian matter?

She glared at Idea of taking the body back to the sage's tower for study, it would be an outrage, and an insult to their every custom. She relaxed when the command was given to take it to the temple, there was not much to learn, his head was taken off and whatever it was had some kind of highly effective claws? Maybe…who knew. It had at least 1 powerful offensive weapon naturally.

That thought kept her sword tight in her hand, she had the short blade resting at her side but could bring it up in a fraction of a second if she needed to, Lord Coswain had trained her well and she was partly so wanting to follow for that exact reason. He needed backup and Ayel was more hazzed and just another liability.

“Of course, we will be safe with me M Lord, I shall do as you command. Take caution and good luck finding your wife.” Daphne said with a deliberate parade ground flat tone, she was not happy entirely but there was nothing she could do about it.

The fact they turned and left was a double edge aspect, she was standing alone with Nathanial and Katherine, the poor beheaded Sir Abel below then. The snow still fell gently in rare flakes but much of its force was replaced down to a minor dusting that was even that dying down for now the blizzard had used all its energy. Like the attack and the hunt, the energy had run down for them too.

“Priestess.”Daphne moved quickly when she saw the woman begin to stumble and fall, quicker than she should be she dropped her sword and looked about with concern and worry etched into her featured and bright purple eyes. “Only a little more to go, Nathaniel. Can you move the body while I support the priestess? It's rune locked… we need her help to even open the door.” Daphne had pulled her so she was not quite so much face lifting into the snow and supported her.

Her eyes saw the token that had falled and partly unsheathed bearing the name Coswain in golden script and it's finely lacquered scabbard. She reached over and stowed it at her belt, locking the blade back in and sighing. This job had gone… badly to say the least. Oddly it felt right.. that was something for another mind's thoughts as she wore the pair of honour blades.

For a guard Daphne showed a softer side as she gently cleaned the slow and muck off the Priestess face as best she could and pushed her hair out the way. Adjusting her robe to help keep her warmer, she did best to help the woman. “Nathanial, Can you respect our customs and help us? She is too cold, we need to get to the Moon Temple. I do not know why, but i feel that is way we need to go.” Daphne voice had a sense of her thoughts, how serious she was thinking thr matter was and her concerns for Selene's representative in the Dawn Haven.

She was far from a priestess, Daphne was deeply respectful and felt a debt to the temples from her upbringing but she was not trained I'm the secret arts and the skills of the religion. She just had her gut feelings and had to trust them. “Call it a feeling, but they kept me alive so far," Daphne said as she did her best to look after the woman.

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_{Interactions: Ayel @Dezuel, Daphne @PrinceAlexus, Valthyr @Fetzen, Nathaniel @Echotech71, Katherine @SpicyMeatball}
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_{Interacting with: Flynn @The Muse, Ayel @Dezuel}

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Valthyr shared quite little interest in the ongoing debate about how to bury the poor man that had been murdered. While he was a Lunarian himself, this was more a label than anything filled with real substance at least if one looked at it from the average Lunarian's point of view. The druids back at his home had a different set of customs that not only this blithering idiot babbling about 'superior blood' all the time might have considered barbaric for lack of better knowledge, but they also had the custom to not even try and complain about foreign cultures that much. Last but not least a fair bit of tolerance was what had allowed his own culture to survive for that long.

The soldier was dead and that was in itself sad enough. Bickering about how to bury him felt somewhat undeserving.

Speaking about inappropriate actions, the prince's decision to let the idiot accompany them on a task as delicate as tracking down an unidentified attacker in the woods fell in pretty much the same category. Or did it ? Spending a second thought on the topic, Valthyr figured that -- maybe -- this was a much more clever move than it looked. An act of containment and damage control to stop Ayel from unleashing more harassments if left behind with a dead body he considered belonging to somebody inferior ? That or the two really were just close friends as the idiot kept pretending, even though so far the prince had kept surprisingly quiet and not really approving of anything Ayel had said so far.

None of these possibilities made the task of spending time with this outrageous individual easier however. As he walked, Valthyr had that unspecific feeling that this unbearable entity was up to something again. He was unable to eavesdrop on what exactly Ayel might or might not have said to his 'closest friend', but on the other hand he would not have paid much attention had Ayel made an entire opera out of his stupid accusations either. He was internally boiling too much already due to some previous statements to be a good audience.

The druid halfway turned on as much of a heel as a man still without shoes could have. He wanted to shout and to make Ayel's ears shatter in a furious storm of verbal retaliation, but he also felt tired as the arrogant noble probably shielded his petty little universe far too well for any sense to break in from the outside. The result was a low voice transmitting the following message rather dryly: "At least I can sweat. You have put yourself into the predicament of either clogging up your skin with all that silly makeup so much that it can't cool down anymore at all or to see said makeup turning you into a laughing stock once it starts being washed down."

Had Ayel said something else ? A brief, but maybe a little awkward moment of silence passed as Valthyr cobbled together what other kind of noble nonsense had piled up in his memory.

"Also... rolling with pigs ? Well at least then the pigs have a good time. Every peasant knows that having a good life is vital to a pig meat's taste in the end. That even applies if it is going to be treated with a lot of expensive spices and fancy cooking because it has to be sacrificed to nourish useless people like you."

Valthyr's right eyelid twitched and his hand was on the verge of doing the same. He wanted to slap this maggot in the face, to rub him all his fancy powder into his greedy eyes and to squish his reproductive organs until he either heard an excuse or said organs had entered the realm of eternal dysfunction. That wayward spawn thought of him as an imbecile, an uneducated man whose world was primitivity and whose language was cruelty alone ? Maybe it was time to adapt and just confirm all of this beliefs, to set the record straight in the most painful way possible.

Had they been in a very different situation and without Flynn as a witness around, Ayel might have been in danger. The way things were however, he was safe still. There were higher priorities and, laid said, Valthyr felt tired of this.

"Now excuse me. I will do another transition, but into a wolf this time. I won't be able to speak to you anymore, but I will be able to listen to both of you perfectly still. A wolf just can smell better than either me or a cat."

Having said this, Valthyr retreated behind the next tree of major thickness so to preserve some basic dignity while undoing his clothes. As an added bonus, he could also rest assured that the idiot wouldn't stab him in the back when he was the most defenseless, a heap of... unindentified magical something undergoing some weird process. It took significantly longer than the cat, but the outcome could also be considered much more imposing to say the least.

Paws larger than Valthyr's human feet dug into the snow and dirt below as he enjoyed the buildup of warmth inside them, his whole body now protected against the cold by a visually impenetrable layer of gray fur that waved gently in the wind. He lowered his snout and sniffed, trying to pick up anything out of the ordinary. So close to the village however it was an olfactory mess that didn't allow to pinpoint anything suspicious in particular yet.

Large, round eyes looked at Flynn first, then at Ayel and for a brief moment, Valthyr allowed his newfound teeth to be seen by the latter. The druid was blissfully unaware of the fact that this would probably only pour oil into the noble's fire while also blasting it with pure oxygen. If this aggregate of 'superior blood' contained in a sack of skin apparently too ugly to be exposed without decorative makeup already considered a cat capable of ripping somebody's face and head off, what would he think about him now ? Probably still stick with the cat while also reiterating that he needed a mount and had just found one...

Unable to speak, Valthyr just shook his mighty head trying to mimick the human gesture of saying 'No.'. He had not picked up any interesting scent yet.

Nathaniel Stormlight

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Location: The Crime scene

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Nathaniel pinched the bridge of his nose rubbing it, more out of habit. He understood where the Prince of Aurelia was coming from with that statement. Tampering with a Lunarian corpse would be considered to be blasphemy. It would mean that he'd have to make more thorough notes on the victim. Whether or not the other sages will appreciate this, that wasn't the least of his problems ”I understand; I'll keep an eye out. I'll have a full report on this.” Before he had a chance to finish that sentence, the prince was already leaving. The prince wasted little time, and Ayel shortly followed behind, like a little pup chasing its mother.

After the prince left with the others. Nathaniel went back to the body. Since he couldn't do much with the body itself, perhaps it could help with the blood. He paused for a moment. Mulling over some more thoughts, his attention went to the head, he strides over to the head. The face had gaping chunks of flesh missing from it. Nathaniel brushed his tongue across his teeth, something was wrong. The wound from a guess had been bitten multiple times.

”With multiple bites...why wasn't there a better description of the person that did this.” his voice in a hushed tone. His attention was broken as Daphne asked him to grab the body while she helped with the priestess; given her dazed expression, she looked traumatised from this whole ordeal. But there was one thing that kept to himself. Why did she stay behind? An Aurelian priestess would have run to the city of Dawnhaven the moment that the attack happened, but she didn't; why?

Letting those thoughts linger for now, he went into his satchel, pulling out a big piece of leather. Flatly placing it onto the ground. He lifted what was left on the head on the centre of the leather. Then, with each corner of leather, he pulled them over, eventually making a small bag for the head. Once the bag was ready, he pulled some rope, wrapping it around the opening of this makeshift sack. Nathaniel gave a nod, happy with this; with it being cold, it would help from decay, at least for.

Nathaniel stood over the body, or what was left of it. His hands went to the waist of the dead guard, undoing the leather strap that held the sword to the armour. If he wanted to carry the body, it probably would be best not to have the sword in the way. Plus it would help carry the head. After taking the belt with the sword of the guard and placing it around his waist, he then fastened the head bag to the belt, giving it a secure tug to tighten it.

Once they were secured it was time for the body. Bending his knees, he grabbed one of the guard's arms, bringing the torso up to his shoulders; with a swift motion, he managed to lift the corpse onto his body. He swayed a little bit, almost losing his footing. He kept himself up, somehow. This would have been impossible for him to even do. Growing up he was considered to be a real twig. So while he was training on how to fight, he'd often do regular workouts, in case of these moments. Thankfully it's been put to good use.

He could have easily used magic to help himself with carrying the body, but he refrained from doing so, keeping his magic in case that thing came back or something else went wrong. Still, he kept his magic under the surface, ready to unleash itself from his command. There was a strange smell from the body. ”Is that the corpse making that smell or something else?” he whispered, then his attention went back to the two ladies.

”I'll follow you two; I don't know where I'm going.” he mused. ”But we'll need to be quick.” he said to the girls. Taking his time walking towards the pair.

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Mentions: Flynn @The MuseAyel @Dezuel, Daphne @PrinceAlexus, Valthyr @Fetzen Kat @SpicyMeatball

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While Desmond would normally avoid the blightborn for now as he wanted to learn more about her later. It seems, he cannot for now and tried to be polite. "Hello, and well, Dawnhaven is my home now, I got a request to come here and help with trade and all. Though I am glad the blizzard is over with and I can come out now." Desmond sounded relieved and went about his business.

Desmond had just finished a chicken wing when the Valgo appeared before him. He took a moment to stare at the barbarian in front of him and understand what he was saying. His tongue sounded foreign, but not Aurelian, that is for sure, something else but familiar to him. But he could not place it, and when the Inn Keeper spoke in a similar tongue to the barbarian but much clearer. Desmond realized what tongue it was, a borderland language. He remembered hearing it while dealing with one friendly group of them years ago when his father was still alive. What does a borderlander want with me? Desmond thought curiously and tried not to stare at the man.

"It's Desmond Wathen and not Warren unless you have the wrong person." He hoped it was not a mistake to correct the man. "If you are looking for the merchant in charge of trade between here and the rest of Lunaris, then you have the right person. Which Desmond Wathen at your service." Desmond tried to put on a smile and not seem intimidated by the man.

Desmond took a sip from his cup and hoped this would not be a problem. "If you have the right person, then take a seat, and we can talk about whatever you came to me for. I almost thought I would be here alone tonight for a time, but it seems like I was mistaken." Desmond motioned to the empty seat in front of him. "Take a seat and what is your name by chance?"

Time to see if this will be a pleasant time or an unpleasant experience or a person he has to deal with on the regular. Desmond thought as he waited for a response from the man.

Interacting - @Dark Light, @PrinceAlexus