There is little he can say to soothe a worried heart such as Megara's, it is not the first time he had witnessed the ache of one desperately trying anything they can think of in order to ensure their loved one survives. In fact, it had been a sight he had become far too familiar with and while a memory stirs, he banishes it as quickly as it starts to form. Such had no place out here when he had agreed to help, he needed to be able to focus beyond the borders of Arlathan. As if he were travelling alone once again, alert and aware of his surroundings in order to give them the best possible chance. As much as he knew the one beside him was a capable healer, he had no idea as to her experience in actual combat. Better to play it safe then sorry.
Such concerns only grow as he sees the other with them, a merchant perhaps, but the child of stone did not look too prepared for any kind of battle. Which meant one thing, it was down to him primarily. How lovely. Had he known he'd be playing guard duty, Revas knew he probably would've worn slightly heavier armor. Alas nothing he could do to change what he'd come out here with now. Light would have to do, and given how little it weighed him down, that could prove very useful if whomever had stolen these shipments decided to run from him.
At first while looking through things, he found very little. Items strewn about carelessly, in a hurry or just scared of being caught by someone, whatever the case they hadn't been subtle about this. Yet he finds something small peeking out, a slip of paper ever so carefully folded up that he removed and steps back to examine properly. The sight of the markings upon this woman's face is a touch startling, he had not seen them in what feel like centuries, a sign of the old ways. When Evanuris marked all those that served them to ensured they were not poached by another like Falon'din or Andruil carelessly. Even as Zoltan gestures that they follow, he keeps to Megara's side a few paces back. A slight frown marring his features, something about this feels familiar but he cannot place it, and given they have the woman herself here - in a sense. He sees no reason not to ask, even if he must do so discreetly due to present company.
[color=#008e02]"It feels familiar, but I do not know her by this alone. Do you recognize her?"[/color]
A question quietly asked in his native tongue, Megara may not pick up on all of the meaning, but he knew the other dwelling within her certainly would and that was what he needed right now. Regardless of the answer he folds the paper back up and tucks it into his pocket as the stop at what appears to be a maze, surrounded by an extremely dense mist. Ominous, as if someone were trying to show off.
[color=#008e02]"Either they went in knowing of a way out, or were so panicked by the thought of being caught they simply ran into it without thought. Regardless of which it may be, there isn't a way around but,"[/color] A sentence half formed as he steps back and begins looking over towards the edges of the maze. Cut off in either direction he'd guess, but with this mist it was hard to see anything so low to the ground and it was this that gave him any idea, and so easily remedied at that as long as he was careful. [color=#008e02]"I have an idea, stay here."[/color] With that said, he carefully drops his satchel beside Megara, it would make this a lot easier and he would not be gone long.
From here the elvhen took a few quick steps back and let his breathing slow, it wasn't a foolproof idea that much was for sure, but it was worth a shot. Magic brimming beneath his whole form as he steps forward then shifting into a running start, all before he leapt into the skies above the maze. Rapidly a hazel gaze seeks out whatever might be shown to him from above, a burst of air shot from before him down towards the maze and the mist alike to blow it aside. Flying might work, were it just him here but he had others to consider, and so he would have to be brief up here.
Such concerns only grow as he sees the other with them, a merchant perhaps, but the child of stone did not look too prepared for any kind of battle. Which meant one thing, it was down to him primarily. How lovely. Had he known he'd be playing guard duty, Revas knew he probably would've worn slightly heavier armor. Alas nothing he could do to change what he'd come out here with now. Light would have to do, and given how little it weighed him down, that could prove very useful if whomever had stolen these shipments decided to run from him.
At first while looking through things, he found very little. Items strewn about carelessly, in a hurry or just scared of being caught by someone, whatever the case they hadn't been subtle about this. Yet he finds something small peeking out, a slip of paper ever so carefully folded up that he removed and steps back to examine properly. The sight of the markings upon this woman's face is a touch startling, he had not seen them in what feel like centuries, a sign of the old ways. When Evanuris marked all those that served them to ensured they were not poached by another like Falon'din or Andruil carelessly. Even as Zoltan gestures that they follow, he keeps to Megara's side a few paces back. A slight frown marring his features, something about this feels familiar but he cannot place it, and given they have the woman herself here - in a sense. He sees no reason not to ask, even if he must do so discreetly due to present company.
[color=#008e02]"It feels familiar, but I do not know her by this alone. Do you recognize her?"[/color]
A question quietly asked in his native tongue, Megara may not pick up on all of the meaning, but he knew the other dwelling within her certainly would and that was what he needed right now. Regardless of the answer he folds the paper back up and tucks it into his pocket as the stop at what appears to be a maze, surrounded by an extremely dense mist. Ominous, as if someone were trying to show off.
[color=#008e02]"Either they went in knowing of a way out, or were so panicked by the thought of being caught they simply ran into it without thought. Regardless of which it may be, there isn't a way around but,"[/color] A sentence half formed as he steps back and begins looking over towards the edges of the maze. Cut off in either direction he'd guess, but with this mist it was hard to see anything so low to the ground and it was this that gave him any idea, and so easily remedied at that as long as he was careful. [color=#008e02]"I have an idea, stay here."[/color] With that said, he carefully drops his satchel beside Megara, it would make this a lot easier and he would not be gone long.
From here the elvhen took a few quick steps back and let his breathing slow, it wasn't a foolproof idea that much was for sure, but it was worth a shot. Magic brimming beneath his whole form as he steps forward then shifting into a running start, all before he leapt into the skies above the maze. Rapidly a hazel gaze seeks out whatever might be shown to him from above, a burst of air shot from before him down towards the maze and the mist alike to blow it aside. Flying might work, were it just him here but he had others to consider, and so he would have to be brief up here.
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