Leon
From Twiss's reaction, Marsila didn't doubt that he regretted the decision he and his brother took. Even though it had been an idiotic one, she couldn't blame them for being deceived the way they had been. 

"You cannot hold yourself responsible for not knowing the truth. Your friend and yourself were very smart for abandoning the bounty, though I do hope the two of you know that you've possibly made yourself an enemy like Rekkan and myself had." It wouldn't have been the first time they went after their companions. Bran was a prime example even though it brought Priscilla more harm than anyone.

A small sigh left her lips as her gaze shifted towards the wanderer as he sat far from them. She wanted to help him but was clueless as to how she could do so. The way he had been acting since they had left town made her anxious, they already had too many issues to worry about. 

"Do your brother and yourself plan on staying with the group once we have reached our destination? Or would you be joining Rekkan and I?" She questioned Twiss whilst keeping her gaze on the warrior. "How long do you think it would take for Swass to heal by the way?"
David
Twiss had an idea of what turning on Atovar meant. He was ready to face the consequences of his actions, but was primarily concerned in making it up for Rekkan and, perhaps, learn from him. In a way, Twiss and Swass were fascinated with the wandering warrior and how he fought against Atovar's men.

"Yeah. That's alright. We already tried the easy way and found out it was made up of shit. So now we'll go the hard way."

The young man couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Marsila was still addressing the two as brothers, but that didn't bother him. He stopped correcting her altogether because there was really no need to. They were blood brothers.

"We're following you guys, if you don't mind. We owe you and Rekkan. We want to learn from you two and become warriors ourselves!" He frowned in thought and rubbed his chin lazily. "As for Swass, if he rests up through today, I think tomorrow he'll be standing on his own two feet. Priscilla gave him another dose of opia, which should help achieve that."

He smiled. "We will get to Brindelle together and help these people. I guess you don't need the title of a knight to act like one, eh?"
Leon
"No, you don't" She replied simply. After hearing his story on how him and Swass came to be, Marsila no longer felt threatened by the boys. She was also in a way, glad they chose to continue their journey with her and Rekkan, as long as Swass didn't slow them down. 

Rolling her shoulders back, She noticed the muscles in her shoulder continued to ache where her skin had been scarred from the silver arrow. Her leg was no better which worried her as she had never had a serious injury involving silver before, so was unsure on what to expect. 

"So how did you come to the conclusion that I was a shifter? I mean, I'm not surprised someone finally caught on, but I am curious to what gave it away." She questioned him, hoping to take her mind off the running thoughts in her head. 

Not once had she taken her eyes off Rekkan, the kiss from earlier replaying in her mind. She was confused on what to think of it, knowing it had been simply a way of distracting himself but was unsure if he meant anything further by it.
David
The young man was glad that Marsila agreed with him. Her approval meant, once again, that she was no longer seeing him or his best friend as threats. That was all that he asked, really, a chance to be seen as nothing more than what he was, a young man trying to right his wrongs and he of use to the people that helped him.

"I mean... You were always around Rekkan as a wolf, then you continue being around him.. That says something, doesn't it? I don't think the others thought much about it, but I don't know. Still, don't worry. I will protect you, as that is what any noble knight does for any damsel of the kingdom!" He snickered and then made a bow, half jokingly because he did mean he would watch her back.

"Why don't you come see Swass and Priscilla? I bet they would like to see you."
Leon
She slowly shook her head in understanding when he explained how he came to his conclusion, as a small smile began to tug at the corner of her lips. He was amusing to say the least. 

Finally shifting her full attention towards Twiss as he mentioned the others, Marsila thought it may be worth taking any possible distraction handed to her. 

Reaching her hand towards the amulet laying against her chest, her fingers wrapped around the jewel before releasing a deep breath. She was thankful for her parents for the amulet and still couldn't bring herself to believe it would do more harm than good. It currently suppressed enough of the emotions that had been running wildly through her, to allow her to think properly and not lash out. 

"That sounds like a good idea. I may need Priscilla to check out my shoulder and leg because they kill." Even though she was a shifter, she had very little tolerance against pain, let alone by silver inflicted wounds.
David
Twiss was happy that Marsila wanted to check up on the others with him. He had the thought that Rekkan was on her mind, because they were pretty close in comparison with the others. Hopefully the big man stopped acting like a lone wolf or a kid and returned to the midst of the group. That would ease everyone's mind.

They walked to one of the wooden houses and stepped inside. The place was full of elders and wounded people that were patched up. Priscilla woke up moments ago and was entertaining the children with some basic knowledge of medicine, like how to help someone that choked on accident. Swass was sitting on the bed and looking at the kids pay attention to the woman. Contrast to Twiss, he had dark brown hair and eyes, and his hair was a bit longer, but their facial features resembled each other. He smiled at the shapeshifter and his friend and waved them in. "Come here, guys! I was wondering where you were. I still haven't introduced myself to you, have I?" He said, with the question being directed at Marsila.

Twiss joined him at the side of the bed and laid his hand on the other's shoulder. "You have a better face than yesterday, that's for sure. But it it's still ugly as fuck!"
Leon
She eyed over Swass's features, noticing the difference between the two whilst also scanning his injuries. She was glad he was healing smoothly, she knew humans had a slower healing rate which pained her to think about. 

"No, I don't think we had the time to introduce ourselves with you being wounded and all. How are you holding up?" She wasn't sure what else to say or ask him. She assumed he also knew what she was. If he hadn't guessed it by now, she was certain Twiss had mentioned it to him. 

When Priscilla noticed Marsila had entered, she excused the children before making her way towards the three. To the shifter, it seemed she had found ways to distract herself from her husband's death. 

"Where is Rekkan?" She asked, attempting to mask the emotions she felt towards him as it was Marsila she was asking. 

The shifter simply raised her brow towards this before nudging her head towards the door that lead outside. "He's just having some time to himself. Best to give him some space."
David
Swass gave Marsila a toothy grin and brought both his thumbs up. He had already walked a bit with some stress. He was lucky that the damage done wasn't severe. Sure, he was struck by two bolts that endangered his life, but no vital organs were hit and his body was returning to full function due to the opia extracts and the excellent medicine woman that Priscilla was.

"I'll be alright and able to pick up a sword by tomorrow. All this laying around has gotten me frustrated. I want to defend the caravan too!"

Twiss smacked him behind the head. "You told me you'd try to walk tomorrow, not try to be showy with a blade!" He said.

"Oi, oi! There are women in here! Don't ruin my image!"

"What image?"

"I got shot for the good of these people!"

"No, you weren't! You got shit because we were dumb enough to join with the people that later shot you!"

"They don't need to know that, Twiss!"
Leon
The shifter watched as the two boys mockingly fought with eachother before focusing her attention towards Priscilla. 

"Are you able to check my shoulder and thigh for me? I just want to be sure it's healing properly." 

The medicine woman furrowed both brows together before leaning her body towards the shifter so she could whisper without anyone eavesdropping. "I thought Shifters were able to heal extraordinarily fa.."

"I was shot by silver arrows." Marsila quickly interjected before lowering the top of her shirt to reveal her skin to be similar to burnt flesh with thin darkened veins that could be mistaken as black, spreading from the wound. However, they were small in comparison to their size from earlier. "Two more in my thigh."

Priscilla was unable to hide her surprise before leaning closer to get a better look as she brought her fingers to gently press around the wound. Every time she did so, Marsila clenched the muscles in her jaw. 

"You need to cut away the infected flesh before it is able to properly heal without it being so painful." She began which Marsila's eyes widened to.

"Is that really necessary?" She asked even though she felt she already knew the answer, so rather than allowing Priscilla to answer, she continued soon after she stopped. "Let's just get this over with."

It was something she hoped to avoid but knew that ridding the dead flesh would improve her healing abilities. She couldn't complain when the rest of the wounded inside this house were not fortunate enough to be gifted with extraordinary healing abilities. 

Sitting herself down onto one of the chairs, Marsila found herself gripping tightly onto the wooden sides. Priscilla had a blade handed to her, not worried about having it cleaned as she knew it was impossible for shifters to grow infections through bacteria. She was more worried about the next person to have the blade used on, considering her blood had tainted the metal in a way similar to poison.

"I will try to be as quick as I can." There was honesty in her words which gave Marsila a sense of relief. Turning towards Twiss and another male, not wanting to ask Swass due to his injuries, she asked them to hold down Marsila if she was to move. The last thing Priscilla needed was to have Marsila throw herself around and cause further damage. 

"I need you two to hold onto her arms so I don't mess up if she moves."

They seemed hesitant but found themselves by the shifter's side nonetheless. Without wasting another second, Priscilla used the sharp tool to tear the material on her thigh and shoulder apart before she began to slice away at the damaged skin and muscle. It was quite difficult when Marsila was crying out in pain, her muscles tensing as she clenched her fingers tightly around the wooden material that made up the chair she sat on. The deeper she dug, the louder her scream became.

It was a shame she was unable to take any medication as they wouldn't work for her, leaving her to the feeling of having the blade slice away into her flesh. It felt like hours until by some miracle, Priscilla was able to get rid of as much dead flesh possible before taking the blade away from her skin.

Drained, Marsila leaned her body against Twiss for support as she couldn't manage to hold herself up on her own before mumbling. 

"Remind me not to get shot again."
David
Ymir was a famous figure in the settlement of hunters and fishermen. He was known for training many of the veterans and leaving a legacy behind revolving around his teachings and life lessons. He was a wise old man, fresh in the age of sixty, but brimming with life and energy. The man saw many things, having been born in the north of Marin, in the kingdom of Northwind, and making his way south. He was the embodiment of a free spirit, similar to the wanderer that made the promise to protect the people he wronged. In that, the free folk of the border between North Feyshore and Astoria were similar too, and many already started to say they wanted to join Ymir in his quest.

The large Ymir stood at six feet and one inch of height. He was an athletic man, keeping in shape by feeding the village throughout the years they let him stay. He was a lone wolf, but often visited for advice by the inhabitants of the former village, then laid to ruin by mercenary fire. Ymir had scars that told tales of his adventures and his bright blue eyes reflected a glimmer of hope in the future for those that had a life harsher than his. He was kind, but cautious, having suffered for his mercy and selflessness before. He had dark brown hair greying out on its sides and locks on the top of its short length. Burn marks from the past covered his left arm and they sometimes stung late at night.

A group of teenagers surrounded Ymir with their bows at the ready. They asked him to teach them his ways, to which he gladly accepted as he held a smile on his face. A couple of the veterans joined in to refresh their lessons from years ago.

Antonius took the time of peace to train his men, instructing the villagers in basic army drills he remembered from his time serving in the army. His experience was hard earned in the frontlines, a footsoldier that was rewarded with a meager coin purse like many others in his position. He felt accomplished with a family to call his own and a home, but the latest events stoked the embers of the warrior in him. He knew, however that his place was by his wife and children. A part of him wished for a last battle and he trained the others as if it was bound to happen. Antonius was pessimistic, a stoic man that considered the worst was to happen and wanted to be prepared for it.

Elder Thomas sought Rekkan out during the afternoon. He was in his late seventies and had the notion that his time was close at hand. Perhaps this journey was meant to be his last. He found the wanderer in the edges of the camp, distant enough to show he didn't want to be bothered. However, the elder interrupted the younger males meditation. He learned of what transpired from a worried villager, the same that asked Marsila if the two needed help earlier. Thomas requested that he didn't share the event with others, but he wasn't the only one that saw parts of what happened.

"Would you indulge an old man's curiosity?" He asked, stepping in front of the wanderer who stared blankly at the lake. "I have been told of your collapse."

"I don't need your sympathy, old man." Rekkan growled bitterly.

"I have no intention to pity you. The weak shouldn't pity the strong, nor should the strong pity the weak." Thomas said. "But if you cannot stand on your own two feet, you cannot uphold your promise."

"I *Will* Get you to Brindelle safely, old man. Is that what you are worried about? I made a promise. I do not break promises." The wanderer said, casting a glare at the old man that blocked his view.

Thomas, in turn, lowered himself to his knees and looked up at the warrior. "Rekkan, you are not the same man that talked with me yesterday. I'd say you are a completely different person today. Our people say you don a mask of good to hide the evil in your heart. I do not want to believe them."

"Believe in what you want, old man, but just leave me be. Why should I care what your people think? They are like any other sheep, blindly following what basic thoughts sprout from their addled brains. I do not care if they dislike me. I will keep true to my word and then leave you to rot."

The elder frowned. He was saddened by Rekkan's words. The wanderer was casting a shield around him, keeping others away from his feelings. That's what Thomas assumed. He sighed and looked down at the grass between them. Green blades laid over the earth and spread out through the plains close to Lake Fey. "If that's how you want to put it. I'm sorry for disturbing you. Please, do rest for the journey ahead." The elder tried to rise to his feet, but was in a moment of weakness. The wanderer realized it and grunted, but ultimately helped the old man stand. "I believe you are a good man filled with doubt. I hope you will see the light and take care of what ails you." He said before heading back into the settlement.

Thomas was met by Ymir, who shared a nod with the elder. The hunter was second to talk with Rekkan, sitting not far from his right side.

"Are you here to pester me too?" Rekkan asked coldly.

"Just enjoying the view." Ymir replied. He kept silent, gazing intently at the lake and beyond.

"Tsk. I want to be left alone."

"I don't know what really happened back there." The hunter said. "Believe it or not, you're a source of strength for some of them. You're a hero to them!"

"Cut it!" Rekkan interjected, frowning an angry frown. "I don't care what they think. I already told this to that wrinkled bag of bones!"

"The way I see it, you're becoming a role model to the kids. They look up to you. Some of the older villagers look up to you too. If you can't understand that, at least don't act like an idiot and make them turn their backs on you."

"I don't need anyone, fool! Let them turn their backs on me. I say good riddance to that miserable lot. I will keep my promise then leave. I have said this already. Why must you people try to lecture me?!"

"Why must-... Ugh... Aren't you a weird one? I swear, it's like you have two minds inside of you or something." The hunter chuckled. "I'm just trying to be your friend and tell you your actions mean something to those around you. I could tell from a glance that Marsila was very worried about you. I could tell other people were concerned. Get off that lone wolf antic and get a grip. I've been there myself. Don't shut yourself in."

"Noted. Now fuck off."

Ymir stood up and shrugged. No use speaking to someone unwilling to listen. He returned to the midst of refugees, hunters and fishermen.

There were many things Rekkan did not understand about himself. As he rummaged through his life, he noticed that many things from his past were hard to find in his mind, as if they had been submerged in the deep ocean. Meditation used to calm him down, but he was only growing angrier. Perhaps it was because Thomas and Ymir were right. He never asked for any of this, and somehow he tried to overcome his grief by blaming Marsila for asking him for help. That was short lived, for the wanderer knew better than to think that his decisions weren't his. They were, but it felt like 
Something was pulling him underwater. The warrior tried to reach out for Serene, the spirit of tranquility that he was bestowed with in one of his adventures to the East, in elven lands. He found solace in the memories that laid intact of meeting the ethereal being, though many accounts believed him to be crazy rather than actually capable of talking to ghosts and souls. Perhaps he was crazy, but his touch with the supernatural had to be real.

He discovered early in his adventures that there were no gods. They either left ages ago or never existed. Elves, in contrast to humans, were more down to earth and connected with the intricacies of magic. His master taught him much about the ways of the world, his own and that of others that came before him. He taught him how to read and how to write in elven, then human. As Rekkan retraced his steps and pieced his memories together, his soul opened up to more visions of hatred and hunger. The embodiment of water in spirit continued to help him, and soon he found himself depending on Serene as much as Marsila depended on her necklace. But there would come a time when he had to absorb all that pent up hate that was growing and spit it out.

However, to contain the ever growing flames of wild intent, Serene helped the man in the fabrication of a bubble that was meant to surround his darkest desires and keep them from lashing out, though it was a temporary fix that could burst at any moment, given the necessary stress to pop it and unleash the shackled rage. Vicious, on the other hand, fed this rage and anger. The being of pitch black fur and slalomed red eyes was once a hunter of essence, and a hunter of life he continued to be. His chains wrapped around Rekkan as much as the wanderer made them bend the creature to his will. Thus, it was a never-ending battle between fire and water, the volatile flames against the tranquil waves.

Rekkan's concentration was sharpened into the late afternoon. When the sun decided to slowly set far in the western horizon, the wanderer rose from the ground and walked back to the settlement. There was a nice aroma coming from one of the lodges when he arrived and a large spit roast where two hogs were being cooked, the first of many mixed with the venison from another fire that was being prepared. In the lodge was where spices were combined to make sauce and also where they prepared the soup and condiments like rice and potatoes. It was a great dinner that the joint refugees and hunters were preparing before the great journey. Tables were arranged in long lines and, if any seat was missing, they made improvised chairs out of wooden boxes or the like.

There was entertainment in the form of music and wine served among the adults. They drank and forgot their worries as the sun disappeared and the red skies were drowned by the black filled with silver stars and moonlight. Bread was set on the table and new jars of wine as well when food started to be served. It was only the first serving, with roasted meats chopped and spread out through the tables. There were hot pots full of potatoes, others full of rice, mixed in with the large pots of soup too.

Rekkan waited before the dinner started properly. He looked around as he walked, trying to find Marsila among the dinner tables or the crowd mixed together around the fire. The wanderer hoped to see her, to talk with her. He had to... Apologize. And to better understand the sensations and emotions within him. With the bubble he created with Serene's help, he could probably stand against his urges then and learn more about them. Her essence, magical or not, made his senses throb. When he caught wind of her presence a few paces before him, his ears tinged and the pupils of his eyes dilated. The warrior took steps towards her, slow and hesitant, yet full of conviction.

Twiss, Swass and Priscilla were all together at the end of the one of the tables. They expected Marsila to arrive any time soon, but not Rekkan. It would be a surprise when they saw him, though at that moment they were drowning their sorrows in alcohol, Priscilla more than the two boys, and enjoying the evening. They shouldn't go into excess, for having a hangover would be a problem. Others did not care so much about their well-being in the following morning, but the group stayed responsible, just like Ymir did, who joined them shortly after.

"Priscilla, right?" The old hunter asked, accompanied by a group of young men. "You're the wonder woman of medicine. Rekkan's friend. Can we join your table?" The girl blinked and nodded, a bit surprised at the question. "Thank you." The group sat around the table and, soon enough, Twiss, Swass and Priscilla were sharing stories with Ymir and his friends. Halfway through the two groups' social interaction, they formed a bigger one from the merge. There was no difference between them.

"... And that's how we saved the grizzly from the bear trap." Ymir finished a story, to which everyone had their ears perked and eyes wide in awe. It wasn't every day that they heard of a group of hunters actively rescuing a big and dangerous bear from the gruesome traps of others. Ymir taught his students to respect nature and their prey. There was no sport in the deed, it was a quest for survival and preservation of the wild, for nature stood for the ultimate freedom many men sought and very few attained in their lifetimes.

"That's impressive!" Twiss said. "I'd like to learn more about hunting!"

"Me too!" Said Swass.

A shy voice whispered next to Ymir, low for others not to hear. "I'd like to learn how to use a bow and arrow."

The old hunter smiled warmly at her and nodded. "I see. Let's enjoy tonight's evening. I'll teach you about the bow and arrow tomorrow. Promise."

Priscilla was glad, because she wanted to be useful in battle as well as being useful treating others. She thought that if she managed to support Rekkan and Marsila in combat, she wouldn't be as helpless as last time and the group could prevent more deaths from happening. She'd prevent others from becoming another Bran. For this, she was excited. Priscilla, the markswoman. There was a nice ring to it. And to think she could assist Rekkan and the others made her chest warm with joy.

On the other side of the tables sat Antonius and his rookies, along with the members of the little council, such as elder Thomas. They discussed the next day's journey as much as they celebrated, for it was important to keep everything organized. They expected some members of the caravan to be intoxicated, so the pacing should be very slow at first until the people were more awake.

Rekkan walked behind Marsila and waited for her to be aware of his presence. His frame stood inches away from her and towered over her smaller figure. His breath, warm and heavy, rolled down the nape of her neck to the length of her spine. He inhaled and with it he took her scent. His nostrils flared, then a deeper exhale followed to brush her hair and steam down her skin, under the fabric of her clothing.
Leon
Marsila had completely changed her clothes after she was offered the ones she wore from one of the women who witnessed what happened between her and the medicine woman. Her previous clothes had been torn so they were thrown, unable to be used due to her blood staining the material. 

The wounds on her body had now been healed, leaving only little scarring and no longer pained her. She had waited for the wound to close before she made her way towards dinner, finding herself slightly late. 

When she saw the group that made up of Twiss, Swass, Priscilla and others who she had little clue to who they were, she found herself disappointed when she couldn't see Rekkan. Her shoulders dropped slightly before she continued her way towards the group until she found his scent. 

Her steps faltered as she found his scent growing stronger until she could feel his breath against the back of her neck. She found the way he was acting, slightly odd yet refused to question it as she turned around to face him. 


"How are you feeling?" She didn't know what else to say, still shocked from the previous event yet found herself not wanting to leave his side.
David
The wanderer wasn't exactly at the top of his game, but he didn't want the person that was closest to him to worry more than she had. He tried to shrug his feelings off and not feed the newfound desires that were slowly building up inside the bubble of protection he created earlier.

"Better now. Shall we join the others?"

He reached out to Marsila with his right hand. Were she to hold it, she'd find it warm as it was the norm with the man that radiated heat. He wanted to lead her like that and feel the softness of her skin, if only to get a grip of reality and stave the dark thoughts off of his mind. His third eye pulsed with a wave of energy that was drawn from the light he saw in the girl, and his entire being focused in the shapeshifter as a beacon, a safe haven from his unnatural urges.

Either way, they walked to the dinner table where two seats were reserved for them. Twiss and Swass were first to notice their arrival as Ymir and Priscilla had their backs to them. But it didn't take long for the best friends to make a show and have everyone look at the duo.

"Our heroes have arrived, everyone!!" Swass cried out. A cheer and a toast followed, with more wine mixed in with their blood.

Rekkan shook his head and sat at the dinner table, helping himself to the food and drink. It was all quite tasty, which showed the women put a lot of effort for this escape from reality.
Leon
As she interlaced her fingers with his own, she was glad to have him close to her once again. Even though she had many questions on her mind, Marsila forced herself to bury them so she wouldn't be tempted to ask. She feared he would react in the same manner as earlier, it was the last thing she or the group wanted or needed. 

At the word 'heroes', Marsila couldn't help the doubt that they were anything but. They were merely cleaning up the mess they had created when drawing Atovar and his men to the village. However, she was the last person who wanted to ruin their night, so she allowed them to play along with it in their intoxicated state by giving the group a faux smile. 

Sitting herself down by Rekkan's side, Marsila too helped herself to the food laid out on the table. It hadn't been until her stomach made a sound similar to a growl that she realised how hungry she had been. The shifter doubted she was the only one who forgot they needed to eat after being distracted by all the events that had unfolded. 

After piling food onto her plate, she waved off the wine offered to her by Swass. "I'll stick to water. I don't like the taste of wine and alcohol doesn't affect me so I don't see the point."

Focusing back on her food, she hadn't noticed the way Priscilla had been staring towards Rekkan with something a little more than admiration. 

"How are you handling yourself dear? The others say you had a little trouble earlier. Anything I can help with?" The tone priscilla used in her voice caused Marsila's head to raise from her food. It may have been the alcohol, but the shifter swore the way Priscilla spoke was slightly higher pitched than normal.
David
At least one of them had the better judgment of staying away from alcohol. Then again, the shapeshifter wasn't even affected by it. She made a good point of it and stuck to water. It's not like her reasoning fell on deaf ears. Ymir hearkened to her words and, with a simple signal of his hand, made his group cease drinking. They were merry and perhaps actually drunk, so the earlier they stopped drinking, the better for the following morning. Contrary to the other members of the caravan, he didn't want a group of groggy men protecting the caravan.

As for Rekkan, he drank like a thirsty bear. Wine was being refilled by Twiss and Swass in turn, who watched as he took swigs and tried to match. They'd have a lot of ground to cover at one point that the fact they were many cups behind was enough to make them want to quit, already highly inebriated.

Then, Priscilla leaned over and talked with Rekkan in a manner different than normal. She also drank wine throughout dinner, so it was not a surprise that she was a bit more open than usual. With the death of her husband, Rekkan genuinely enjoyed watching her more relaxed, even if the tint in her cheeks was alarming as much as the timbre of her voice.

"I'm fine." He said, in between eating some of the venison. "Holding yourself up strong?"
Leon
Priscilla leaned her arm against the table which allowed her body to to have some form of support, preventing her from falling over from her slightly drunken state. Due to the alcohol spreading through her veins, the woman seemed unaffected by the questioning about her husband's death. 

"A lot better now, thanks to you. Who knows what I would be like if it wasn't for you to comfort me the way you did." She had completely misread the situation when Rekkan had saved her from the Mercenaries before she could follow her husband's fate. 

Marsila couldn't help when her body stiffened as she listened, returning her gaze to her food which now seemed unappetizing as she listened. In hopes to ignore them, Marsila turned towards Ymir and his group, wishing that she was able to fall drunk like the rest of the village had. 

"You and your men don't need to stop drinking. Everyone deserves to have one night to themselves after everything they had been through. I'm capable of making sure the groups are safe while you lot rest in the morning." It would certainly ease her mind by having something to do. 

Priscilla on the other hand, was enjoying herself as she spoke with the Warrior. The thought of her husband had left her mind and had been replaced with Rekkan, the alcohol contributing towards burying the memory of Bran temporarily.
David
The wanderer knew better than that. He knew that most of what Priscilla was speaking of was the alcohol speaking, not herself. Or maybe she was speaking honesty through the wine that inebriated her spirit. Either way, as bad as Rekkan was, he wasn't about to take advantage of a woman in her state. He knew all too well that it could be easy to do so, and perhaps he had done so in the past when he was far more reckless. But at present time, and through everything that went on, it wasn't in him to be immature. Perhaps he still was in other aspects, but not in the way of using a drunk woman for his desires.

"I did what any sane person would do." He said. "Glad you're alright."

His short answer was an attempt at cutting dialogue, especially after turning to the other side to listen to Marsila. Ymir, however, had a different perspective from her.

"Feast or no, we have a job to do tomorrow. The young ones need to be taught the sense of responsibility." He commented. "There's more to joy than alcohol and we wouldn't forgive ourselves for letting a woman watch over the whole lot of us. It's not sexist, mind you, just a man's pride on the line! Hahaha!"


Rekkan glanced at Priscilla and then gazed at Marsila. He poured another cup of wine and gulped it down. The large man needed a lot of it in comparison to the others to feel a thing. The brothers noticed just how many jars were being brought for a man alone to take care of them. Rekkan finally warmed up to it. It was making him more relaxed and outgoing, which meant he took Marsila's advice to Ymir to the letter. So much that he was comfortable enough to feel the shifter somewhat tense. He leaned over to her.

"What's wrong?"
Leon
She was glad he added on the last comment to his explanation as to why they shouldn't drink, or else she may have taken it the wrong way. The shifter nodded her head in understanding, deciding not to argue his point. Perhaps she would have to wait until they no longer had a threat hanging over their heads before she had the opportunity to witnesses them drunk rather than tipsy.

She noticed the two friends who she couldn't help but mistaken as brothers, attempting to catch up with Rekkan's drinking pace. Not that they had any chance of doing so without possible alcohol poisoning. 

She was about to reply to Ymir when Rekkan decided to lean towards her. Her head twisted over her shoulder so she was able to look towards the Wanderer, trying to find some excuse to why she felt the way she did. 

"It's nothing. I'm just worried about the group." She lied as her eyes shifted towards Priscilla for a mere second who continued to stare at the wanderer. 

"I think you should cut down on the Alcohol Priscilla. We may need you in the right state of mind for the injured, if anything was to happen." She did her best to hide the jealousy that was beginning to emerge before focusing her attention back to Rekkan. 

"And you continue to drink but don't worry about me, you deserve it to say the least."
David
The tables were emptied of people, who flocked to the different fires and the mix of sounds that produced musical entertainment throughout the settlement. There were dancing circles made that moved around the fires and couples enjoying the festivities. The kids played together and laughed and giggled.

Twiss and Swass got up from their chairs to feel their blood flow with alcohol. At that point, it might have been their alcohol flowing with blood. In any case, they joined Ymir and the others that went to the fires. That left Rekkan, Marsila and Priscilla behind, for the time being.

"Cannot not worry about you." He muttered. "You're someone I care a lot about." His words were low and nearly audible. Perhaps impossibly so as he retreated his tongue and kept to his thoughts. The wanderer felt touched by the wine and a bit more, for he kept drinking and eating past others having left. It had been a long time since the last he dined so well. His body was welcoming everything and he was at a point of relaxing back on his chair with his legs splayed and his arms to his sides.

In his then drunk state, Rekkan had little control of his actions, but the wine made him cheerful, contrast to the previous hours.
Leon
When Rekkan mentioned his feelings towards Marsila, the shifter couldn't help the smile that grew on her lips. However, she did attempt to hide it by shoving food into her mouth, her appetite slowly growing back. She knew it was the alcohol that gave him the advantage of telling her how he felt, so she did her best to not let it get to her head. 

"That means a lot to me. It does." She wasn't sure what else to say, not having the advantage he did as he continued to down his drinks. 

Suddenly, Marsila became more focused on the wanderer, turning her body so she was facing him fully when she realised she could take advantage of his cheerful behaviour. Not in a negative way, but to pry more information without fearing he would behave the way he did earlier. 

"If you cared so much, you would tell me what happened earlier. I worry about you Rekkan, I do. But I can't help if I don't know what you're fighting against." 

She didn't worry too much about Priscilla eavesdropping. The alcohol would surely have her forgetting parts of this night.
David
It was a sensitive topic to bring up in such an auspicious occasion. Weren't they there to have fun and enjoy themselves? Her words didn't cause another attack, but the wanderer didn't truly know what to say or where to begin even. He looked to the other side to find Priscilla drinking some more before looking back at Marsila.

"I don't know... It's like I have memories that aren't my own. There is something that I forgot and that I should remember to make sense of it all..." He said. He didn't want to tell her about his urges. About his hunger for energy. Her energy. She made him feel better alive than bleeding to death with his fangs bearing on her.

What? That image did just cross his mind. He shook it off rather roughly and leaned back. The wanderer moved his digits to feel his teeth and was relieved that he only had four fangs opposite to his vision's jagged teeth, like a beast's.

She helped as much as she hindered, not because she did anything wrong, but because she was growing to be important and because she was a magical being. Rekkan felt like one of those things that prowled and hunted him in the pitch black of knight when he traveled alone. It had been a long time since that last he faced them. Could he be one himself?
Leon
She knew it wasn't a great place to bring such a topic up, but she knew it would be difficult to pry for information without the alcohol playing a part in numbing his mind. Unfortunately his reply only brought more questions to her mind than answering the one she asked. 

Had someone erased his memory or had he done it to himself without realising. Why would he or anyone do such a thing? It confused her. Had something happened in his past that was so horrific, they needed to wipe his knowledge about it. It would explain why he acted the way he had earlier. 

As she was questioning herself mentally, she noticed Rekkan was lost in his own thoughts. Taking the hand closest to the wanderer, Marsila laid it on top of his and squeezed her fingers gently. 

"You know what? Forget I asked."
David
Whatever happened to him in the past would be remembered eventually and the wanderer had to be prepared. The consequences of not being ready could be harmful for himself, but even more for himself.

When he felt Marsila's hand on top of his, his wrist turned and had fingers lock with hers in a near natural and instinctive manner. Rekkan chuckled when she told him to forget about it and nodded. He was pleased that she decided to let it go. That way, they could focus in other things.

"Feel like staying here?"

It was a question that suggested more than it clearly asked. Rekkan wanted to get out of the party, feeling like it was made for the others and less so himself. He wasn't the type to enjoy feasts that much, though he did like to be a part of them once in a while.
Leon
She kept her gaze on their hands, not used to this kind of affection from him, even if it was little and alcohol induced.

Did she feel like staying here? Far from it. Not that she didn't enjoy celebrating with others, it was the fact they were all wasted and she very clearly wasn't. Usually that meant she would be the one having to care for those who drink a bit too much. As she though that, she raised her eyes towards the Twiss and Swass, a prime example of what she meant as the two were struggling to keep themselves standing.

"Far from it." She replied before shoving in a couple mouthfuls of food. 

Once she had cleared what was left on her plate, Marsila stood herself up from the table, releasing Rekkan's hand as she did so. Priscilla in the meantime was lying unconscious against the table, her food inches from her bowl. She wasn't sure what came over her, but the shifter hoped Priscilla would wake to a massive hangover. 

"Do you think she will be alright where she is?" She asked, taking her eyes from Priscilla's sleeping form.