Edema Rue

1/4/23, Spirit talker person and also lots of other words I don't want to write:

Rayvyn settles down to wait through the argument.

Rayvyn rolls her eyes. "Because this will work so much better," she mutters quietly.

Ravelast: Sixth Archive Gateway "Good idea." She lets out a peaceful smile. "It is good to remember better days when darkness comes." @InfiniteInsanity

Rayvyn looked him in the eye. "Perhaps not alone, but together, we can do far more than anyone would expect."

Ravelast: Sixth Archive Gateway Rue chuckles. "True enough. I was only saying that if they or others come back, it will likely be because of their hatred for me." @InfiniteInsanity

Rayvyn covered her face with her hands, the sleeves of her cloak falling to reveal the matching bandages on her wrists. "He's scared of everything!" She looks at Marilyn. "I can swear oaths too, if it helps. We could all swear oaths to protect him to the best of our abilities."

Rayvyn groans again. I hate debates. Life is so much simpler when you can just kill everyone who disagrees with you. "And how do we even know we can trust you either?" She starts laughing, not completely sanely. "How can we trust anyone? You could all be working together. All of you!"

Ravelast: Sixth Archive Gateway "I hear you," Rue says. She's sitting with her back against a tree. "The wolves hate me more than the rest of you, but the Compulsion will keep them away. Still, I probably won't be sleeping much anyway." @InfiniteInsanity

Rayvyn sighed, groaned, then sighed again. "We're all idiots, you know that? We ought to let the boy make his own choice, and the rest of us can let him be. He looks exhausted." She surveys the group. "We all do. Why don't we try this again in the morning?"

"Safety," she scoffed. "I don't even know if such a thing exists, and if it did, why should I believe that you have found it?"

"He doesn't seem to trust anyone," Rayvyn objected. "He trusted us easily enough, and goodness knows that was hasty. He's less afraid of Cufre, but that could mean a variety of things." Rayvyn glares at the man. "How dare you? At the very least, you could have thrown the dagger. You don't need to destroy something so useful. And your insistence on taking the boy is only making you more suspicious, by the way."

Quick as a flash, Rayvyn has a knife to each of their throats. "No, you most certainly are not. The boy is staying here until we know which of you to kill." She looks around, sighing. "An inn full of magical creatures, adventurers, and weirdos--and more than that, I'm sure--and not one person can read minds, or at least intents?!"

Rayvyn shrugs. "One of you is lying, and since I can't read minds, the safest thing for him is to get rid of both of you. It's simple logic."

Before the 'brothers' went into their room: Rayvyn smiled, trying to calm Tacien. What's wrong? Does he know something, something dangerous that's going to happen? I won't let him be hurt, but how to convey that... After they went into their room: Rayvyn watched the newcomer skeptically. Of course, she couldn't judge the amount of blood he was leaving behind him; she had to put herself in mortal danger every time she wanted to go somewhere. But still...he bothered her. Now! Sidling up to the two of them, Rayvyn eavesdropped for a minute before making her presence known. "Is there anyway to know who we can really trust? Or somewhere safer, somewhere we can take him that's safe and away from all the dangerous people?" She asks Fadran.

Rayvyn watches them leave and shrugs, walking over the the group. “Hey,” she says.

Rayvyn shrugs. “He looked like he needed help, and I had no reason not to help him. Besides, we all see a bit of ourselves in the young ones, don’t we? And do we not all wish that we can help them as no one helped us?”

“Don’t worry,” Rayvyn says quietly. “I’ll protect your brother as long as I am here.” A voice in her head whispers, and if he’s the one you were sent to kill? But she shoves it down.

"That's what I've heard," Rayvyn muttered under her breath. "Great! I already have a room, and so does the kid--who's name turns out to be Tacien--so I assume the brother will stay there with him. Speaking of which, what's your name? You never said. And I haven't seen anything too dangerous here."

"Hey," Rayvyn said. "We're back, and we brought the kid's brother. Did Klave take care of the body?"

Rayvyn bit her lip. "Okay. Don't say I didn't warn you." She gestures for him to get Tacien and grab her sleeve, and once he has, she pulls out a knife. She presses it into her wrist, and a thin line of blood appeared. She pressed harder, and suddenly they were at the inn. She briskly wiped the dagger on her cloak, tearing off a strip of fabric and tying it around the increasingly bloody wound. A similar bandage is tied on her other wrist.

“Oh…” Rayvyn bites her lip. “I…might. But it’ll be rough. Can you…bike there again? Is that how you said you got there in the first place?”