Kim
He moved with precision to his speed, blasting past the carriage with little regard to what the repercussions might be due to him- there is business to handle, no time to consider such things. He weaved his way through the brush and thicket, feeling a slight sting across his face as the cold air begins to take its toll on his skin yet he does not stop- not yet.

"*The forests have grown silent, that's a bad sign. Something else might be here... Or it could be me. Doubt it so I'll go with the former.*" He took care to consider his surroundings, not caring that he ventured off the beaten path, but once he came to the clearing he slowed his pace and paused by the treeline- kneeling down into a crouch just to be safe.

** **
"*Burning... It's slightly overtaking her scent... I should have taken one of those things with me- damn. No matter, I'm sure I'll find something here.*"

His attuned eyes quickly scanned the camp, nothing worrying in sight, so he stood and approached. He noted the bottles, taking time to sniff each of them to try and discover what has been within each. After that he took a moment to look over the burned scrap and then the divots of the tents removed some time before.

"*They're relatively close... Maybe a day or two from here... I don't see any signs of horses or a carriage so they might be moving on foot which means I can reach them quickly.*"

As he stood up he noticed the small bag handing from the broken branch, hoping it's not a trap but expecting the worst he draws out the long enchanted chain from his staffs holster and attached it to the latch on his misbegotten dagger- spinning the blade for a few moments before throwing it at the bag. He pulled the chain at the last second and caused the chain and dagger to wrap around the bag a few times before- with another harsh pull, ripped the bag free of its branch and into his grasp.

"*I wonder if that woman is alright... I hope so anyone. I'd hate to find her and she be... No, not the time for that.*" He tore his mind away from those darker thoughts while beginning to dig through the bag, hoping something left inside will shed some light on his situation.
Charles
*The bottle smell of old alcohol. Seems look some low quality moonshine had been invested in. The smell is quite pungent and while no liquid is left, the residue left behind spells for nothing but a merry night use to drown away sin and sorrow. Still, it is notable that if there was alcohol, it is unlikely just one person was here in the wilds drinking by themselves. There must have been a reason, an occasion to pull out the moonshine. Whatever it was, they have well celebrated themselves away from the camp leaving behind nothing but musk and grime. No potions, so that can either be a great sign or a bad one.*

*But as to where the party could have moved is a greater mystery. The general haze that serves even to mask that girl's sent is obscuring a root identifier, a specific location as to where it and even her own smell is coming from. Drawing near the old fire pit proves mostly useless, at least at first glance. It looks like not everything was masked away like this party had believed it to be. Within the scraps of ash and debris. A small badly burned note, hand written. It's contents mostly taken by the great flame that was used to keep this group warm. A few words can be made out.*

**Witc- anti ma- fou- w-sh**

*It likely belonged to a much greater letter but as of now, Tarin will only have a few words to work with. Not all hope is lost at least. As he draws near the bag. It is light in color, made out of a simple leather. While it is not extravagant, it is not cheaply made either. Most of it's contents has been emptied, a pity really. Just underneath, near the hem of the bag's latch are embroidered letters, likely hand stitched after the bag had been purchased or made. "E.C." Anything important within it was likely already taken as well. But there is a smaller pouch, inside, a small ledger of a few herbs that were needed to be gathered.*

- Amanita Mushroom x2
- Frost Lily x4
- Firepea x2

*Not that Tarin will really make use of this unless he wishes to take up potion making himself. It at least confirms that it likely belonged to the potion seller. So he is on the right track. As the bag is moved further and perhaps an extra shake given, again, nothing falls out. Though now that he is a bit closer to the brush, his eye may catch sight of something rectangular and brown. A journal? It's small, able to fit in the palm of ones hands. It's contents are fresh, the woman didn't even get three pages in before her entries stopped. The notes are simple, concise. It appears she had been travelling to Marsalus as per usual but had to make a stop in hopes to find the mushrooms, which can be properly cross referenced with her list.*

*That was until she made note of having to help a duo where one lad had been nearly gored by a boar. Poachers?*

*This is unlikely and those who travel the roads enough know that bandits will do anything to lure in their victims. Tarin does not need a detailed description to know that this note seems to be indicating a set up, whether or not the woman knew. She clearly attempted to act on good faith.*
Kim
"***Eck. A brew for lesser man, disgusting.***" Tarin had whipped his nose after smelling the bottle, disregarding it by simply tossing it away. But, as he regarded the note that had been licked by flames he started to piece together something... Worrying. 

"***Witch... Anti-magic? Four... Four of them, maybe with some form of anti-magic they used to hurt or weaken the woman? She's a potion maker but given that everyone else in this damn world can use magic besides me I bet she's not too shabby herself. That doesn't bode well.***" He found himself getting more and more concerned as time passed by, was this woman targeted specially? If she was then who or what the in the nine hells is after her. What could a potion maker do to upset someone? Faulty love potion perhaps? Questions for later he decided.

"***Alright, what goodies do you have for me-***" He spoke aloud as he pulled open the bag and began to dig around in it. Pulling out the small ledger he read it over, noting that he didn't know a single item on that list so he simply put it back in its pouch and kept looking within it. Nothing. Out of sheer annoyance he cast his gaze away and scanned the tree line, maybe something would just *Magically* Appear- "***No way.***" 

He strung the bag around his beltline before he approached the brush and knelt down, picking up the small journal before delicately opening the cover and beginning to read- hoping something would begin to shed some light- and he was right.

** **
"***Good soul getting taken advantage of, sounds about right. Hm... Even her handwriting is good, no wonder that clerk looked so love struck.***" He clamped the journal closed and put it into the bag, content to give the potion maker her items back once they meet.

"***Assuming it's been a few days since the kill the Boar is likely rotted away... Or, pulled apart by scavenger animals. Likely a foul smell left over so the best course it to track that and see where it might lead me.***" And with that he took a deep nasal inhale; prepared to track and follow the scent of a decayed boar- hoping there might be more information there for him to use.
Charles
*Rosemary, ash, winter air, booze, decay... So many aromas that fight amongst one another. A scent so delicate easily trampled over the bold and proud scents that taint this area with their own filth. It is insulting and likely nauseating if one were the faint of heart. So long as Tarin can focus then the scent he so desires shall become clear. A single green line pointing further north, dancing with the burning smell that hazes the air. Both equally faint but unable to hide from him. Even the traces of the perfume can be smelled in-between the both of them. All signals pointing to one way though it will likely split at some point.*

*Had it not snowed nights prior, Tarin would have likely been able to smell the old blood as well. For both on that journal is the woman's own fragrance and the smell of another. Likely a bandit who didn't care to keep the useless journal, tossing it aside before looting the bag. Whatever it is that they wanted, they had already got by the time they searched the bag. So any excess and useless journals, served no purpose of bringing with. Even with the amount of bottles laying about. It is hard to tell just how many were present in the group but it must have been enough to subdue the woman.*

*The scent trail itself will likely take several hours to meet. It isn't close given how subtle the smell is despite the nature of it. A decaying body, even when carved will always be pungent. If the bandits are stupid, which they usually are. It is likely the body is nearby wherever they had made their travels. They leave behind trail after trail of rot, decay and mayhem. It is expected of men who seek no purpose in life except for thieving and self gain. Tarin just needs to figure out a good approach as this likely means stumbling across a camp.*

*But he need not do it alone...*

*Small movement can be heard in the distance. Tiny whimpers akin to a child hidden in the underbrush. It sounds like it just woke up or just noticed its surroundings. Fear quivers in it's mouse-like voice, making sounds that cannot formulate words. Then a few more of the leaves move and a faint glow can be seen within. Oddly enough... It has no smell. A trap perhaps?*

*But then there is a faint crunch, though small. It is approaching slowly and before long, a tiny face appears. It is cute, like a little fairy that could easily be described in children's tales. Rubbing at its eyes, it slowly looks around. Freezing in place the moment it spots Tarin, it's wings trembling to the sight of him. Just what is a creature like this doing out here? Better yet, what is it? And where did it come from?*

**???** "Auw-waz-waz-waz-waz..." *It's teeth- at least one may think it has teeth, begins to chatter as it if fear stricken and unable to move.*
Kim
*Sniff.*

"***Gods-*** *Damnit.* ***I didn't expect to hate being able to smell today but this is getting nauseating.***"

His sarcasm and humor never seems to run out even at times like this. With a few quick sniffs he's able to track the scents separately, honing in on the two he wants to focus on the most and after finding his path forwards he continues to move- powerful legs pushing him through the forest at speeds beyond mortality.

"*Think Tarin... You'll probably find them sooner than later and you don't want to rush in. Don't forget, this isn't just a fight for the hell of it, you're here on a mission and you cannot risk that woman being hurt just to get a kick out of battle. Take your time to access the situation once you're close enough, remember, you're the best at what you do.*"

During the time it took him to cross the forests and follow the trail of a rotted scent the cursed man had to talk with himself and firmly plant his foot down- he refuses to allow his darker side to take hold today, he wasn't here on a mission to butcher and murder but to find and bring back safe.

"***What in the world-***" He questioned aloud to himself as the faint sounds of something small finally made their way to his ears. Diverting course for a split second Tarin came to a halt a little ways from the small creature as it finally showed itself to him- it's so small.

"*It's scared-*"

He wasn't the best when it came to situations like this, normally he *Likes* To intimidate but this isn't the time for that. So, slowly, Tarin dropped to one knee and gestured with both hands held open- palms facing the sky.

"***It's alright little one, it's alright. Are you ok? It's getting dark out, do you have a place to be? It'll be much colder soon.***" Tarin somehow spoke with a calm tone, sounding caring and almost nurturing despite his usual attitude. A side of him never really seen by anyone besides rare instances like this one, a kind soul who wishes to do no harm.
Charles
*Still frozen in place, the little critter cannot break its gaze from Tarin. Will he eat it? Will he attack it? Many questions whirl through the wisp's head as it's glow lessens out of sheer survival instinct. Even it's wings continue to curl around itself so and his initial approach makes it tense up even more. Blue flame turning white as if to be as pale as a ghost. Little legs form out of its incorporeal body. It 'faints' the moment he takes a single step forwards. Falling backwards and laying limp. But when Tarin begins to speak to it, a tiny bit of color returns.*

**???** "Sweet Toof no food! Sweet Toof no food!" *It chirps upon lifting its head, batting its wings once to get back to its freshly made feet.*

*Tarin may seldom have to navigate situations gently but he isn't doing terrible. As he asks for its current health and where it must go. It's tiny footsteps produce little piano sounds though the notes are quite high. Odd how something like this can do that but the probable cause is magic and it's fear turns into curiosity. One step after the other, it takes the little thing a while to properly circle him. A hand brought up to where its mouth is as if to place a thumb inside. With a few blinks its gaze lowers and like a child, it presses the balls of its feet into the dirt.*

**Sweet Toof (Tooth):** "Bad man take witch. Witch nice, witch home." *It whispers as it brings it gaze back up to him. It even looks as though it could possibly cry but who knows if a wisp can produce tears.*
**Sweet Toof (Tooth):** "Not huwt (hurt), just sad... Can't find witch, can't find home. Sleepy-sleep, mean collar!"

*Suddenly the wisp yells out in frustrated anger and takes flight. It is blinded by its own emotion and swirls around the bush it had just crawled out in. Though its words are broken and not exactly the easiest to understand. It clearly must have been there when the woman was taken and boy is it upset. The bandits likely attacked it or somehow failed to see it was around, allowing it to hide. But now it throws a temper tantrum as it's 'home' had been taken from it. It makes gestures at its neck, struggling to explain exactly what happened. Repeating over and over again of this witch, of a collar and how she was pulled away.*

**Sweet Toof (Tooth):** "Taken bad camp! Taken bad camp! Es- Es... ESMEEEE!" *It then wails and tears are produced as the creature free falls in the air, covering its eyes as it holds no concern over what happens to it. It is comical but truly saddening as it hiccups in between breaths.*
Kim
This is my son now, we're having soft tacos later

"*Oh you poor little thing-*" Tarin's eyes widened as the little creature "Fainted", thinking he genuinely scared it to death but once it pops back up the cursed man sighed an internal breath of relief.

"***Sweet Toof no food, me no hurt Sweet Toof, promising. Tarin, me, Tarin promise.***" He replied with as much of a kind smile as he can muster, speaking in broken language to hopefully communicate with Sweet Toof a bit better. Despite his appearance and reputation Tarin has some experience dealing with children, he's had to calm down many a kid in his day- horrible as that sounds.

He remained stationary as the creature circled him, not wanting to spook the poor thing again, and once it spoke again Tarin felt a glimmer of hope shimmer to life in his chest.

"***Tarin trying to find bad man and save witch. Tarin help find witch and find home yes yes?***" If this little creature knows where Esme might be that's all the better for him and he might be able to help out two kind souls today. Really chasing his goal of four good deeds for the year.

"***Hey, Sweet Tooth, it's ok-***" He doesn't know what overcame him in that moment, he really doesn't, but something within his cold heart ached to see such a kind and little thing so sad. So, holding out both hands in a cupped form he beckoned the wisp to land there.

"***I'm going to find Esme, I promise, she'll be safe soon. Do you think you could help me save her? I bet she'd appreciate that from her friend. Do you know where they went? Could you point to it?***"

Somehow the most cursed man in all the realms spoke with a warmth and gentleness to his tone, not caring to keep up his reputation of a hardened warrior for the time being- just a lonely man hoping to save others from the sadness he faces.
Stuart
I'm off my game, a little creature has made me want to fight God, I'm seeing red 😭
Charles
*Its mouth quivers uncontrollably as it desperately tries to keep its crying in check as it drifts into his palms. The creature is weightless and despite how bright it is, it does not blind the eyes. Odd little thing must be made of raw magic which would explain how such a creature can be seen associated with a witch no doubt. As it begins to move its hands from its eyes, it takes long and ragged deep breaths to prepare itself to speak. It is not out of fear from Tarin or even further anger. It is terrified that it's home is gone and that if she isn't found, truly bad things will happen to her. Which is why it lets out a pitiful 'mhm' as it slowly nods its head up and down before finally finding its words in a single breath.*

"Took to bad camp! Said mean things!" *The spirit starts, now rolling on its side to push itself up to a stand in his palms.*
"Said found prize, pretty prize. Angry could not have but bring to bwoss!"

*Then the spirit points in the direction of where it must assume that these ruffians took the witch. It fits the scent trail and when it looks back. It continues to explain while pointing in the opposite direction. Despite how child like it is and some language limitations. It is rather articulate in its explanation to what it can be. The big bad beast must be indicative of the boar. But the wisp didn't like the idea of assisting the ruffians who had nearly been impaled. Which means it was with the witch even prior to the kidnapping.*

"Sweet Toof said no! But Esme nice, Esme duty to heal." *It whispers out as its head lowers yet again.*
"But learn quick, was planned! Had bad collar! Esme fall sleepy-sleep! Took Esme!"

*It looks like it is going to fly off again with how riled up it is getting recounting the story. But for the sake of assisting Tarin and out of desperation to get Esme back. It keeps itself composed... Mostly. Waddling up towards Tarin's wrist it then reaches out an extended hand. It's tiny fingers spread as it makes a wide stretch upwards. It seems to want to touch Tarin's forehead but isn't daring to force the issue. The wisp knows that even in its tiny form, that trust is earned. Esme did well to teach it such.*

"Will show show! Esme home! Sweet Toof members (remembers)!"
Kim
Tarin found anger beginning to boil in his heart once Sweet Tooth began to speak again, enraged upon hearing what those thrice damned men had said about Esme. Men like that are scum, worse than scum, disgusting excuses for beings that- if Tarin could have his way- would see each of them snuffed out of existence.

"***Bring to boss, I understand.***" Tarin kept up with his new found friends words, even if some would find the broken and emotion filled speech hard to understand he didn't find such issue with it.

"***I see, you didn't want to but Esme is a nice lady, I understand. We'll find her sweet tooth, I promise.***" The cursed man offered a reassuring tone while keeping his emotions in check, the time for anger is later- right now he needs to focus and help this little creature so they can help him.

He paused when Sweet Tooth reached a little hand out, assuming it would be some form of magic- perhaps memories being shared? He did not know but he was... Worried. Worried that his little friend would learn things about him that he didn't want to share or let the poor thing see. But, he swallowed his fears, now is the time to act.

"***I trust you, show me.***" Leaning forwards Tarin gently pressed his forehead against Sweet Tooth's hand.
Charles
*With a bit of trust established, Sweet Tooth is able to set its palm on Tarin's head. In his own palms he cannot feel the wisp, yet as the wisp reaches out and touches him. A warmth springs from the center point of where the two connect. A whirlwind of feelings stir within as the wisps magic promptly courses through Tarin. Fae... It's a fae. Its strong and the magic itself make every sense of the body become alert, painfully so though it is clear that the intentions of the creature is not to hurt Tarin. But the sensation is strong and soon his body will feel adrift as every thing goes white where only his own breathing can comfort him. Yet through it all, there is a gnawing sense of warmth and then... Rosemary.*

*Tarin's vision is not his own as he shifts and weaves through the trees at an alarming speed. Flying by, scaring off birds as he does. This sight... It's through the eyes of Sweet Tooth and as the small fae finds a perch to land on. Sweet Tooth hides behind the wood of the trees, looking down at the scene below. Two individuals are in the clearing, one on the ground and practically panting as he holds his side. The other a boy, old enough to hold a sword but not of age to truly be called a man. His baby face expression is grim as he panics, over seeing his injured brother. They are adorned in black and grey, the same leather that the woman that Tarin had passed in the town.*

**Injured Bandit:** "Augh! It hurts! Get off!" *The brash man slams the boy down as he winces in pain due to the boys attempts to move him.*

*The uncoordinated duo fall into a spat of chaos that is promptly interrupted as the injured man coughs up a great deal of blood. This scares Sweet Tooth as the boy screams for help. What should have been a sight noticed and a quick report back to the witch. The wisps is petrified to see a small cloaked figure in all white approach with three other men, adorned in the same outfits right behind her. This must be her, in fact, the bag Tarin had found earlier is wrapped around her arm.*

*Not only can Tarin hear and see what is happening but his own heart races in match to Sweet Tooths's. The wisp shakes its head, the with shouldn't be here and though her face cannot be seen. Small locks of strawberry pink bangs drape past the the hood. A hand extended, soft and gentle as she reaches out towards the panicking man. This Esme cannot see how the three stare at her from behind as she kneels down to assist their fallen brother. Absolute swine they are, waiting for her to do her work so that they may proceed in their own plans. As her palm presses against the wound, a tome is pulled out into her other hand. Oddly enough, the woman begins to speak elvish.*
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**Sweet Toof (Tooth):** "N-no! Look behind you!" *The wisp calls out as the witch is in the middle of her chant. But it's voice is faltering and it is too afraid to put enough power behind its words.*

*This reluctance would be the reason that the wisps blames itself and in this vision, there is nothing but guilt for Tarin to feel. As the wound closes on the ungrateful bandit who simply pushes the witch back. He smirks as he gives a nod over towards his boys and the woman lets out a gasp as an item is pulled behind the backs of one of the three that escorted her here. It is like a collar with some type of locking mechanism and it glows a sickly purple. At this point, Sweet Tooth tries to fly forward. Perhaps it can do something, anything.*

*But then the collar pulses a strange light and the vision becomes hazed before Sweet Tooth is sent plummeting into the bushes. Darkness remains yet Tarin can hear the struggle of the woman before the final words...*

**Unknown Bandit:** "Thanks for taking one for the team. Boss is going to love this- to think the witch actually wasn't just some stupid feckin' tale, aye? Pretty one too, shame we gotsta bring er' in."

*Then Tarin would feel his conscious go into his own body. Sweet Tooth pulling his palm back as he looks down in horror. The quiet sobs of the wisp, the creature blaming itself. Perhaps had it acted sooner then maybe... Just maybe the witch wouldn't have been captured. But whatever those bandits pulled out, it immediately weakened the fae and whoever this witch is, if she is elven or gods forbid fae as well. Then she must have been affected when Sweet Tooth was.*

**Sweet Toof (Tooth):** "Hate me... Witch will hate me... My fault..."
Kim
The sensation change was perplexing and strange to Tarin- as one who cannot use magic himself he will never really get used to when it's used on him in a non-combative way. He'd been hit with infernos and fireballs, monstrous attacks of wind and water and crushing blows from earth and gravity... But those are meant to hurt him, that he can understand, *Pain* He can understand. But to see from the perspective of the little creature, to feel their emotions and experience what they had-

It was haunting.

He watched without control, unable to feel his own emotions or act as he wished so there was nothing for him to do besides wait and watch- listen and observe.

"*I'll kill them.*" A rhythmic thumping began in his heart, his own material body rejecting the magic that was being used on him. His body has always been special, being so devoid of magic and without the ability to ever use it on his own he has formed his own odd resistance to it- like two magnets attempting to be pressed together- they ends never meet.

As such, whenever the visions and memories fade away and he is back in the material realm Tarin can tell that his body wishes to act- adrenaline courses through his veins like white hot fire, his heart beating with a powerful and vengeful rhythm.

"*Remember the promise you made... Remember what you told yourself... Remember it.*" 

Through gritted teeth Tarin is able to collect himself, somewhat anyway.

** **
"***She won't hate you, if she's as kind as everyone says she is I doubt in her heart of hearts she could hate you. And no, Sweet Tooth, it's not your fault.***" The cursed man was slow and gentle with his movements, not wanting to scare or startle the poor creature, but he lifted his free hand and carefully patted Sweet Tooth on the head.

"***We'll save her, together.***" He gave a smile, as genuine as one could expect from him, and a tone of true belief in his words. He seemed to truly believe they can find and save Esme, hopefully instilling some hope in his little friend, but coiling in his gut like a malevolent force was...*Anger.*

The memories slipped through the cracks of his mental blocks and he remembered faint and quick images- *A dead hero, the worse cursed, a broken spear, a promise.*

"𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙."

A memory and a promise he'd pushed back into the deepest parts of his mind body and soul, a dark and hateful side of himself that he wished would leave him alone but he knows it never will. It will never let him live in peace.
Charles
*Slowly lifting its head, Sweet Tooth begins to wipe away its tears. With a single sniffle, it swallows down any regret and any self-doubt it could possibly have. Instead, seeing how sure Tarin is, it feels a great sense of belief. There is no reason to be full of gloom, they must get the witch back- they will get her back. So it nods, putting a fist to its chest as it forces forward a smile. Esme could never hate it and once they reunite, things will go as they have always. Things will be normal.*

"Find Witch! Save Esme!" *Sweet Tooth begins to cheer as it grabs hold of new found energy, taking to the sky and flying just a little above Tarin's head.*

"Find bad camp! Bad camp is take witch!"

*The boar is likely no longer needed to be tracked as Tarin has a guide now. Though the wisp is small and has broken speech. It clearly has an idea to where this potion seller, now confirmed witch is. In fact, it likely has a deeper affinity towards her so perhaps it can follow through a clear path to where her exact location is. Their only issue is that neither of them know how far this camp is and time could easily not be on their side. As Sweet Tooth floats in air, it makes a few gestures as magic trickles from its fingertips. Producing an image of a cobra, it seems to be the bandits sigil.*

"Sleepy-sleep. Must wake!" *The wisp continues before floating down onto Tarin's shoulders.*

*It was a group of five that took Esme. But given there is a camp, it is unlikely that it is small. Brute forcing through it is always a possibility. Tarin's strength is unmatched. But bandits are not known for their training in combat nor their ability to outperform on their own. No, they're cowards and will do whatever they can to ensure they keep their cargo and survive. Traps will be everywhere and wherever the witch is being held, most likely will not be in a location most obvious.*

"Ready! Ready!" *Sweet Tooth continues to cheer.*
Kim
New found resolve filled the cold heart of the cursed man as he watched Sweet Tooth swallow down his fears and guilts- it made him happy to see the little creature find the courage to continue onward and find their friend.

Responding in kind, a gesture of friendship but also bond, Tarin hit his chest with a clenched fist and smirked. "***Find witch, save Esme.***" It felt... Good, to be good. To be a nice person and save others, to instill courage and confidence in someone else- perhaps this was something he should do more often...*But*, there is time for that later, there is a goal to achieve.

His eyes followed Sweet Tooth as the little creature took to the air above him, a small chuckle escaping him. 

"***We'll find the bad camp buddy.***"

He studied the symbol that was made, double checking in his mind if he'd ever seen such a thing before, and upon the wisp landing on his shoulder Tarin stood tall.

"***Good. Now hold on buddy, we're gonna pick up the pace a little bit.***" The cursed man patted the staff holster on his back, the item likely had enough room for Sweet Tooth to hunker down in if they wanted to. "***You guide and I'll run, yeah?***"
Charles
"Guide! Guide!" 

*Sweet Tooth does not contest to Tarin's commands. It is quick to furl in its wings, spiraling into the hoslter as it then cheers in glee. An unexpected friend for sure, even more so that this apparent potion seller seems to involved with Fae. But if the rumors surrounding these parts are true, then perhaps even the witch is not as kind as she seems. Nothing in this world comes from and sincerity is a dream. Missing children, monsters to her command. It is a wonder just how exactly the rumors surrounding the woman came about. Nonetheless, the objective is clear and the destination is set.*

*Tarin would find himself dashing for a great deal of time. The woods are dense and as streams carry the liquid of life, animals remain distant as the scent of smoke becomes equally strong to the scent of Rosemary. Ice may coat the ground but it has not snowed hard enough to completely cover the tracks of the many men who dare taint these grounds with their sins. More bottles can be seen littered about already ways away from the camp site itself. Even... Music? How bold these bandits must be to feel truly safe. They do have reason to celebrate, the fated cargo has been captured.*

*Sweet Tooth is keen on holding on. With Tarin's strength and speed, it would be quite easy for the small wisp to be swept away in the wind. But thanks to the holster, it can shimmy itself downwards to wedge itself secure. With an eye peeked open, it hums in discomfort to the smell of burning wood. It is still a fae spirit afterall and while flame can be apart of the natural order. It has no reason to put good faith in the ones who stole it's 'home'. It continues to point forward, occasionally explaining that the witch did not mean to get in trouble. The task was simple deliver the potions and return home like they always do.*

"Icky trap!" *Sweet Tooth hisses as it looks ahead, staring up to see a net.*

*Pitfall traps, spikes, trip wires, all should be expected here. But if Tarin is careful, he may be able to infiltrate the camp yet. It is a matter of how and when. It seems busy and there are at least two notable groups of five that can be accounted for outside of the tents. Then there are scouts who seem to be pacing a great distance away from the safety net of their bretheren. This causes Sweet Tooth to hiss again before it mopes.*

"Miss Esme..." *It whines quietly to itself.*