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Multe looked down at the old broken-off handle and round disc she had just received from two young women. She squinted a bit, making a face, before she looked up and after the two, who had quickly taken off into the distance. She looked down again.

"I don't want this." Looking up, she shouted, "Hey! Humans! I don't want this!" They were too far away, however, and from the look of them they likely wouldn't take the shard back anyway. Multe sighed, and muttered a quiet, frustrated curse. From beside the smouldering remains of yesterdays fire, a dark-furred hare spoke up.

"They left a substantial amount of gold, wee goblin. You should thank them, maybe we'll actually get to eat something substantial. Or rent a room in town; I was never meant for sleeping on hard rock."

Multe ignored Nico, he always complained anyway. Besides, he wasn't wrong. They could get a decent meal and a clean-ish room for that gold. The humans had mentioned they were running from something, though.... and they seemed frightened.

She examined the handle closer, but other than the electrum edges she couldn't sense anything special about it. Her magic lay in common-work, though. She had never been good at magical objects.

Laying it down, she looked at the round disc. She had never seen anything like it before, and could not imagine how it could be carrying a message, like the women had said. She wondered at the slightly raised part, only partially aware of Nico sniffing the handle.

"Goblin.... this is big magic."

She scoffed. "Big magic? Thought you were learned in these things, Rabbit. Must be better words."

He rolled his strangely blue eyes, and was about to explain what he'd sensed when Multe's thumb accidentally pressed the button. The both startled, Nico scampering almost half a metre back, at the being that flickered into vision. That's too many tails, now was all Multe had time to think before the being spoke.

When he was done, the nisse and the hare shared a look. If a hare could grin, he would be doing it now, and big.

"A piece of the Bloodied Vase! Oh wee goblin, I knew sticking with you would be interesting! Now, the payment is blood, which should be easy enough...." Before Nico could attempt to pick up the shard with his mouth, Multe snatched it up and kept it out of reach.

"No! Absolutely not! I will not let you paint a target on our back for a little magical fun!"

The hare scoffed, "Very well, goblin, but you will share this reward with me, if we manage to live that long."

Beginning to pack up their meagre possessions of a sleeping sack, bow drill, some bowls and a waterskin, she thought about what they should do. She truly did not want a crazed, powerful hunter on her back, but to just abandon the shard... to thrust the responsibility on someone else, someone like Nico? She inadvertently shudders. No, she might as well. It's not like she had many plans, besides wandering. It would feel good to have some kind of purpose again.

Lisa hears the girl's footsteps recede from her and toward the light of the thinly-wooded hillside where they'd met. Toward Trilling Creek, as a matter of fact. She sighs, sad to see her go. Granted, there wasn't much to glean from that conversation aside from the fact that Evelyn is a strange girl in a dark place, but she must admit part of her enjoyed the unusual company.

Besides, she has a feeling they'll cross paths again, for better or worse.

Well, perhaps it's less of a gut-instinct and more of a pathetic feeling of hope, but regardless she promises to remember the mysterious girl with bright pink hair and a snowflake pin.

Now to finally find Raven. Lisa gives up calling out for her "kitty" and slinks silently through the woods, listening and looking carefully. Again, the idea of more shapeshifting crosses her mind. Hell, Raven might see her red-eyed lion face and dagger-like talons and come barreling out her hiding place, jaw hung open with excitement because only the most dangerously exciting thing could possibly drive Lisa to use her Chimeran gift.

Looks like she may not have to do that. Her ears prick toward the sounds of a solemn conversation muffled by distance and dense cover. One of the hushed voices sounds eerily familiar. Lisa can't pick out any of the words nor can she see anything at all, but she lets out a quiet "Aha!" and moves toward the noise. She approaches Adriannu's cave from behind the entrance, set to mount the earthen rise that forms its roof.

Raven’s voice falters when tears well in Adriannu's eyes. Oh, this is worse than I thought. A pang of sudden, impossible guilt weighs in her heart for even thinking of walking away. The cat hangs her head in shame just for a moment before raising her gaze ever so slightly to meet the child's quiet, pleading face.

“I promise. We- she won't hurt you.”

“Really, I promise." She tries a smile and a soothing mew, then tilts her head toward the cave's mouth. Every movement is slow as if she's trying to show that she won't simply run off. That she won't disappear as quickly as she'd come. "Now, would you like to follow me?"

Adriannu watched Raven with tearfilled eyes as waited to see if the cat would abandon her to her lonely solitude once more. Yet instead of walking away, the black cat looked rather ashamed of herself which brought a glimmer of hope to her damp eyes. However that look of shame would last only for a moment before Raven looked up slightly before promising that we...no the adult wouldn't hurt her.

The cat then tried to smile and gave a soothing mew while once again promising that she wouldn't be hurt by them. At this, Adriannu would wipe her tears away before offering a small and hopeful smile. "I'll follow, but if we are not coming back, then I need to need to pack first."

Should Raven confirm that they wouldn't be coming back, the child would get up and start to pack up what she could. The first thing to go in her pack was her bow drill as while she could make a new one, that would take time and fire was supremely important in the wild. Next she cleaned the knife she used for cooking before resheathing it and adding it to the bag. Neither the pot she had for boiling water or her two blankets would fit, but she had a way to pack them to. First the cat girl rolled a blanket as tightly as she could before using some stolen rope to tie it in place before repeating the process with the second one, but looped the rope around the handle of the pot first.

Now packed, Adriannu was free to follow Raven and quickly struck up a conversation as they traveled. Talking about a variety of things such as mentioning that she was ten years old, asking what Raven's favorite kind of meat was, if she had any good hunting tips to share and how much of the world had she seen amongst other things.

"I grow increasingly bored of all this! And quite frankly, man who is teaming with her, you chose the wrong team." She pulls out the gun she had stolen prior and aims it at Drakes hand, making sure she would not hit Neo if he managed to dodge it. She fires then searches for Victi.

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