Nayash nodded. It was indeed a good thing to hear that the man was not only not untouchable, but it fellt good to know that she had been the one who had broken that illusion about the hooded man. Even if she couldn’t quite remember how or why. Then Mara spoke up about the incoming storm. Nayash had also noticed the change of preassure in the air before the clouds had appeared, but she didn’t mind it. To her, rain was something sweet and rare. Another sign that she most definitely was a warrior from the desert lands of Death Frontier.
Then suddenly yet another individual appeared. Nayash shifted in her position slightly as a reaction to his sudden appearance, wincing again as the pain shot through her side with the movement. Her eyes were sharply focused on the man, and even more so as the man had spoken. It was only after the nobel had addressed him that Nayash eased her mind.
“I’m not ill, my lord. I am injured, and I will be fine, I just need to move slowly. “ She denied the lords help and then pushed herself up from the ground with support of the tree, biting back the pain, and clutching her side. As she stood she swayed a little, becoming dizzy, but she took a breath and let the dizziness pass before moving towards the shelter. Well inside she found her way to a chair and slowly seated herself in it and watched as the companions before her worked.
As she observed a name started floating into her mind. Illurath. It was a name that made her angry and she wondered why. A frown formed on her forhead and she submerged herself in deep thought trying to remember as much as possible from the happenings. Images started to appear, she stood before Veragwen in her care-tent.
“Im remembering something… I remember how I came to the town… I remember how I first met Veragwen… And there’s a name.” She drifted off into silenceness as she remembered why she had gone to the village.
“Illurath.. I was chasing a man named Illurath on behalf of the commity in my home country… I think, but im not sure, that Illurath could have been the man im chasing.. The hooded man. I cant see any other reason why I would have left the town to its destruction. “ she mused for herself mostly, but also for the people around her who were working who might take interest, hoping that they could fill in the gaps.
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[AS RAENA]
Raena booped Jerus nose as he remarked on her forgetting his name.
“Ofcourse I didn’t forget, but you still haven’t passed the stranger level of trust with me and besides you stole my rabbit. Now how will I be able to brag about a catch with my bare hands?!” Raena flailed her arms, then turned Veragwen. “Oh well, as long as I get to taste I suppose ill stay close. The campfire makers didn’t leave anything for me, which was unfair. OH that’s right! Stay here!”
Raena pointed viciously towards the ground as she spoke and then ran away. Moments later she came back with the heavy hammer not at all being discreet or silent about the way she was carrying this.
“Phew, this thing is heavy! But the desertwomangirlthing might want it. For memories and badassery. “ She remarked. “Now, I am ready to follow you” She grinned and thought about the deliciously cooked fresh rabbits that she was about to feast upon any minute now.