After a few minutes of waving the stick around, nobody came out, or even peered through the window. It was peculiar, who would set up a barrier like this? ...Perhaps someone who didn't want a specific species in. While her practical magic skills were not especially notable, her magic theory was fairly good. She recalled that demons of many sorts were often adversaries to Magicians and Magic Practitioners, the magic used often beckoning to them. Or a foolish Magician seeking a fast road to power might speak to a demon in hopes of gaining its powers, usually failing. This meant someone in the tavern is adept in demonology! Ihri hoped. She had a few questions about the behaviors of natural based demons in various Animism religions that she thought of during the trip here.
Black was a warrior. An old one. He remembered many fights. Much death and blood. Yet this girl... She was not death or blood. Black and Green taught her to fight. Too many innocents who did not know how to fight, died. He did not want her to die. He wanted to protect, like she was his own. This wall of magic in front of his was something he knew. It came from Riftology practices, from Demon Hunters. Powerful warriors.
Black looked over his shoulder. A noise, light and heavy. He saw a wolf, but no wolf pack. Strange. A warforged is its pack? They were strong. No blood, but run by magic. Could cut limbs off, but they still charged. He sensed no hate, no bloodlust, seeing only curiosity. Black still put his hand on the hilt of his sword. Sheathed on his hip. Gripped his shield. Ready for combat. Many scenarios ran through his mind. He must block both wolf and warforged, wolf first. Wolf is fa-
"What a cute wolf!" Ihri declared rather loudly, her attention was now directed away from the Tavern and to the two newcomers. She jogged over them, beaming with delight. She hadn't seen company other than Black or Green in several weeks. And while they made fine company, they weren't quite capable of speech. Black lifted his hand from the hilt of his sword once he saw that the Warforged and his wolf were definitely not hostile, making a noiseless sigh of relief, he followed at a much slower pace than the quicker moving magician. As soon she got there, she looked up and down the mossy Warforged, making a very obvious statement. "You're a Warforged!" She spoke, as if she had just realized, "I've never seen one in person! You're much taller than I thought you would be." She stated in wonderment, looking up at the Warforged's head. Suddenly she looked at him in the eyes with determination, "I must examine you. In the tavern, there will be chairs and tables!" She pointed towards the worn down building. It should be safe, she thought. If it was meant to keep out demons then all of them would be able to walk through harmlessly.