Ivan had to call it quits tonight, it was to late to go searching for Zenovia. So he went back to the inn with Noire, he was still a bit suspicious about Noire and that mysterious figure, but he shook it from his mind, right now he needed to rest for tomorrow.
The next morning was a confusing one to say the least. Maybe Ivan should've followed after Tiberius because apparently he missed all the action, Darn it all! This girl in front of the group, this Devourer, Ivan couldn't say he ever saw something like this and it being some kind of curse, he shook at the thought of it. White for mercy, Black for death huh? Hmm... In the corner of Ivan's eye he could see Zenovia make her choice, she seemed very fearful of this creature before her, so it would make sense if she chose death. Although... Zenovia seemed better than that and whatever happened yesterday night she didn't seem to want to hold any hate towards the Devourer.
When she sat back down after making her choice Ivan put a hand on her shoulder. Hey... I'm sorry I couldn't help ya yesterday. I was... Kinda doing my own thing... Just... Don't be afraid right now, this Devourer is of no threat to you anymore. Ivan tried his best to cheer her up and then went to make his choice. Life... Or death... He could remember his family making decisions like this with fugitives, criminals, and the like.
This Devourer... This girl... Seemed willing to turn her back on the Warlock and join the group's cause, plus no one wants to live with a curse like hers. Ivan dropped a white stone in the bowl, call him crazy if you like, he knew who to trust and who not to trust.