"L'Orbb Quar'valsharess ulu Mrigg l'gareth"

[Arya Baenre]

Faer felt a slight intrusion upon her person, her amber gaze lingering on Xion, figuring out who the intruder to her privacy was. As soon as he had turned his attention to Morfilmar, she dashed back behind the caravan, snatching a handful of magical gems beneath the unsuspecting merchant's nose.

Straightening up, she clasped a ruby in her slender palm, snapping her arm in the direction that Xion looked as he - strangely so - seemed to talk to the air, perceiving that someone was obviously there. Her slender fingers lifted away from the gem, letting it fly into the air, bursting out in a vicious fireball that flew in the direction it had been cast.

Pocketing a few more various gems, she ran back behind Xion, ten feet away from him and his deadly sword, her gaze flitting back to the caravan that she had - undoubtedly - put to ruin.

[Morfilmar_Desh]

OOC : Ok, very sorry

IC : Morfilmar took in Xion's words, each of them reminiscent of a whip lash straight at his soul.

He was all too familiar with the sensation.

He sprung back up on his feet.

"F-forgive..." He stuttered in reply, his voice meek and somewhat hoarse.

He was utterly intimidated by Xion...And the two females, no doubt outraged by his blunder, didn't exactly make him feel at ease.

He looked all about him, hurriedly scanning for a means to escape the individuals immediately surrounding him, and the carnage surrounding them all.