[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    did not act as quickly as the others, but when he saw them rushing the darkbeast, he followed suit. However, as he arrived it was already over. He gritted his teeth a moment, irritated, and then the wash of overwhelming, but weightless Significance settled into his veins, pulsing through with each of his heartbeats. Though it burdened him not at all, the sensation of it was similar to what he imagined it must have been like to exist beyond the physical self…yet within the same space. The thought came to him without context and he took in a deep breath, finally feeling some of the frustration from the last hour or so fall away from his shoulders and drain from his body.

Realizing he’d closed his eyes for a moment to revel in the sensation, Farren opened them once more and then walked towards the Darkbeast’s ruined corpse and stared down at it with a slight smile. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Good fucking riddance,”[/b][/color] he said, sounding satisfied, then spat on the ground beside it. That done, Farren retrieved what he could from the beast, looking it over to ensure there was nothing of any further use that they might extract from it beyond the echoes that had once animated its undead flesh. During that process he also retrieved the Blade of Mercy he’d left embedded in its skull, checking it over, before unifying it with its twin and sheathing it.

Once he’d found all he could, Farren glanced in Ophelia’s direction, wondering perhaps if he contemplated on their recent experiences if there might be another Rune to be gleaned somehow. He doubted it…and after a few moment’s consideration he decided against it. If he was going to do something like that he’d save it for somewhere safer–like one of the workshops…or the Hunter’s Dream. A moment later he was pulled from those thoughts by Ophelia's praise. He almost let out a grunt rather than reply, but instead he glanced back between the members of their group and then down at the beheaded Darkbeast.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Still could've gone better,”[/b][/color] Farren said, and though the words were rather negative, he was smiling, clearly pleased that things had turned out better than he’d expected. For a time there it had seemed like they’d been slated for an exceptionally more unpleasant trip to the Dream. Then he nodded, and glanced in the direction of the fog gate–obscured by the illusory wall. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Mmh, Sounds as good a plan as any. Besides, I’m tired of all this blasted silt,”[/b][/color] Farren replied, kicking at a nearby pile with a faint laugh. He seemed in good spirits. There really was something to narrowly escaping death it seemed.