Douglass
Satine found that they were coming up on the docks by now, men already beginning to ready a ramp for them to walk down for when they fully docked while others proceeded to lower the anchor. "I'm as good as I'll ever be I suppose. Let's just get this over with, yeah? This place better have some bloody good alcohol." Faolan spoke as he started towards the edge, the ship coming to a stop and the men positioning the ramp to reach the docks, allowing the captain to step onto it. Faolan then turned his head to look back towards Satine. "Come now, I believe you're the one who needs to lead the way. If I lead I may accidentally take us to a tavern instead." The captain spoke followed by a slight smirk, shifting his gaze briefly to the other two to see if they were on their ways as well.
Brandon
Rubbed her eyes, finally having acclimated to the brightness above deck. "I'm as ready as I can be, we'll follow you once we make port." She nervously Palms the pommel of her dagger, fiddling with the small blade in its sheath. "Hopefully we run into as little opposition as possible, but if anything happens, I'd just like to express my disdain at being murdered right now." She was mostly joking, just a bit of gallows humor to lighten the mood, but the sentiment was true. Axari would sooner cut and run, leaving the southern isles to their plague or beast or whatever the hell it was than she would do anything too risky in the pursuit of stopping the terrible fate; not that she was about to tell anyone else that, but her whole life has been looking out for herself, and she could see no reason to stop that behavior now. "Lead the way, Knightress. I'm curious to meet this Shaman."
Debra
Satine gingerly leaned against the side of the boat in cool collective gesture as she gazed at each of their individual responses before taking the lead. Systematically she had lead them across the docks and toward a trail, that lies hidden just north of where they had docked the ship.
The leaves that litered the forest past crunched beneath their feet, reminding them of each step that was made.
Satine, with the silent lead, had been walking for some time now with her head down. Her mind was circulating for a moment, the eternal gears clicking in rhythm as she though on many concepts concerning their predicaments. The cool and collected feeling of her countenance was still prevalent in a silent manner. Her steps were already preplanned and programed into a code only her muscles and brain could understand, and her eyes gazed upon the moving ground below. Somewhere deep within her conscious she was formulating prayers to Freya and Odin for strength, protection and wisdom. 
Only while on her many travel did she learn the power of reflection; a skill pertinent to her new MO. She had learned of many cultures and tried with much to learn everything she could while she resided there. 
The memories reign true, a pagan Seer had put her in the position to travel. But it was on her travels where she had met come across a Viking settlement, and come to admire their gods. The tales had enchanted her- gave way to understanding what power the Seer held and who above him granted such powers.
She had brought them towards a hut which was decorated on the outside with many strings of driftwood that had been bonded together, and the bones of animals that had fallen in the name of sacrifice. It was only then did Satine raise her head and look towards the others. "Try to keep it to one or two questions per individual. Clouded minds may misguide him."
Douglass
Faolan simply followed behind the woman through the less than glorious kingdom. Sure it wasn't horrible, it just wasn't magnificent in the eyes of Faolan who had been all over. Then they reached the hut which the captain looked up and down as they approached, he felt out of place, he never really took time to explore Souther Feyshore but he was familiar with its local tavern, but he never would have seen much more than that had he not been dumped into this mess by whatever gods they were dealing with. He simply nodded in response to Satine's statement, his gaze flickering from her to the front door as he waited for the woman to knock.
Lilli
Travelling back to South-feyshore was admittedly more unpleasant than Danico had hoped. Traveling via boat is never a good time for an alchemist who always carries reagents on him for certain situations, it messes with their delicate measurements and makes cleaning out his satchel all the more difficult. But, it is a necessary annoyance nevertheless, getting his hands on an Owl-griffin kitten was quite the prize, especially since it was actually agreed upon without any resistance to speak of.

The boat arrived at the docks in time, not long after Danico had given up trying to keep all the containers together and intact, which at least kept the cleanup *Somewhat* Short. Regardless, he sets off in the cabin of his carriage drawn by the two horses that get him everywhere, the cabin was particularly fancy, as intended to be attended by royalty that, of course, didn't happen. A heavy sigh of relief escapes him as he feels solid land below the wheels, poking his head out the side of the cabin to address the driver. "Head over to the east side of Astoria! We're taking a detour." He calls, followed by the cabin jerking suddenly as the driver steers around a tight bend to stay on the new travel route. 

*"Toula, I hope you can hear this. It's Danico. Meet me in the forest east side of Astoria, as was the new meeting place."* Projecting his thoughts like this was... *Difficult*, it was a foreign concept that he still struggled to get a solid grasp on, especially since keeping in constant contact with a crazed shifter wasn't particularly something he wanted to actively persue, but it meant potentially astounding results from his new potion so it was worth it. .

The horse drawn carriage finds it's way into the forest not far outside Astoria, a path that breaks through the trees leads to an opening in the trees, leaving ample space for the carriage to be seen from overhead- for Toula to see in her bird form. *"I'm here, Toula. Don't take too long"* He continues, hoping to hurry the process along. He checks the potion in the satchel, making sure it's still sealed- which it is- the lid is particularly tough to open. Specifically to stop the smell from escaping. It wouldn't bother him none, he had his mask, but that kind of smell would certainly draw the attention of passers-by
Rebecca
Due to his inexperience in sharing his thoughts mentally, it came out as a mere whisper to the shifter. Fortunately Toula was able to make out what he had been trying to inform her as she glided through the air, using the wind's current to her advantage so she wouldn't have to consume most of her energy. 

Her eyes explored the forest beneath her, the large tree canopies making it difficult for her to do so. She eventually found a clearing with a carriage and a couple horses laying in the middle, she could only hope it was the alchemist. Toula could feel Cecilia begin to stir in the back of her mind, increasing her worry that she may be able to take control again. 

The shifter lowered herself to the forest floor, shifting the instant her talons scraped against the dirt before digging themselves into the earth. She now stood tall in her human form, her tanned skin bare as she was unable to shift with clothes. Light scars ran across her stomach and along her rib cage from the silver fillings that had burned into her flesh when she had been caged earlier. The paled pink markings were visible on her body hated which Cecilia hated but Toula could care less. 

Her head whipped towards Danico's direction with forced smile, not exactly enjoying that she had to rely on this man to the extend she did though it was a price she was willing to pay, along with the awful concoction he made up to keep Toula in control. "Sorry I took so long."
Lilli
Hearing the sudden thud of the shifter on the grass just outside, the alchemist pokes his head out for a moment, making sure it was her before opening the door to the cabin. He had no words to say about her being late, it was admittedly annoying, but given the circumstance it was in the very least understandable. Barely taking note of her nudity, he skips the greetings and zeroes in on her scars left by the silver filings. From an onlooker and possibly even the shifter, it might look like he was staring at her bosom, but no, he was, in fact, examining the scars. "Is that normal for silver-based scars?" He questions, scratching his chin as he ponders the question and possible answer. "Silver really has the strangest reaction with you lot." Danico sits up straight once more as he continues, reaching into the bag and pulling out the potion- the bottle had a long, thin neck with a triangular-prism shaped bowl with rounded edges. It's clearly the same potion, even the chunks are clearly floating in it. It's not going to be pleasant. As such, Danico takes a deep breath through his mask before popping off the lid. It was a struggle, admittedly, but it was intentionally tight. Instantly, the smell of the potion wafts into the air, that same putrid, disgusting, fetid-flesh smell from before. Danico was sure happy he couldn't smell it, and it showed in his eyes.
Rebecca
When he questioned the scars patterning her skin, Toula gave a short nod. No matter which way silver was used, if it came into direct contact with her skin, it would instantly discolour and the metal would begin to burn through the flesh. It made up for their healing factors and how they couldn't be scarred or permanently damaged by other materials. The shifter carefully made her way to the alchemist, her eyes narrowed towards the bottled liquid as she answered his question. "Silver is the only metal able to scar us. Others can cut into our skin but we heal quickly after, it's a pain at times when something is lodged in a wound and our flesh heal over it." 

Once she was standing barely a foot from Danico, she could feel bile already crawling it's way up her throat. The stench was horrid, it reminded her instantly of the last time she had to drink it and hoped the more she did so, the more tolerable it would become. She was not excited to down the potion but the outcome was definitely worth it. "Honestly, what is in that? It's putrid."
Lilli
Danico opens the door and steps out of the carriage, careful not to spill the disgusting liquid on his way. "Fascinating." He says still holding it as he takes a closer look at the marks, the interest in the scars cause the smell to linger a little too long as he gets distracted, particles of the potion visibly float through the air as the fumes caused by the potion float out. Danico pushes his goggles down onto his eyes to get an even closer look, poking at the scar with his glove-covered finger. It's clearly not the same kind of scar that a regular human would receive, albeit similar. 

He stands up tall and pushes the goggles back off of his eyes once more, before *Finally* Handing the potion to the naked shifter. "Honestly?" He says as the exchange happens. "The less you know, the better. Trust me." He lets out a soft, muffled chuckle as he watches her, waiting to see if she would be able to keep it down again, or vomit it all back up. He can;t imagine it would get any better, after all.
Rebecca
It took plenty of self control when she allowed him to prod at her scars. The shifter was never one to enjoy another's touch, especially when someone was poking her like some experiment. It took restraint to keep her hands to her sides, waiting impatiently for the potion. In her mind the faster she got it over with, the quicker she could leave and go back to tormenting and murdering humans. It was all a game to Toula.

When he finally handed her the potion, the shifter didn't wait to observe it more than she needed to. She raised her hand to pinch her nose so the smell wouldn't distract her from swallowing the whole thing and placed the bottle against her lips. Without wasting a passing second, Toula leaned her head back and sculled as much of the mixture she could. The taste had been dulled by the pinching of the nose but the acidic feeling on her tongue and the texture of the chunks were still noticeable. Hearing Danico's chuckle, she couldn't help but to roll her eyes. 

Once the mixture was finished, Toula continued to hold her breath as the liquid rushed down her throat and to her stomach. She knew the moment she took her first breath after swallowing the potion, the taste would hit her instantly. It was like the potion had started a war in her stomach, fighting to come back up but did not succeed as Toula prevented it from doing so. When she took her first breath, Toula doubled over and pressed her hand against her stomach as the taste came to her instantaneously. She was thankful she finished the hardest part to the potion and now had to focus on keeping it down. "I don't know what's worst, drinking that or getting my eye stabbed out that one time."
Lilli
He winced at the girls relentless chugging of the potion. That took guts, guts he certainly didn't have, as he so incessantly reminded himself like last time she drank it. Danico chuckles at the shifters internal struggle to keep the grossness down. It was certainly expected, which made it all the more enjoyable. He extended his hand to the girl, offering to pick her back up again with gloved hand. "Next time, if you can stomach it, I'll bring something to ease the process." He adds as he straightens himself. "But beyond that, how did the potion work over the last weeks?" The alchemist steps up onto the step below the cabin door, gesturing the Shifter to step inside with him. He places the satchel on the bench beside, leaving the chair opposite free for the shifter to take a seat. "I also have a couple more questions I'd like to ask before I let you go. I promise it won't take long."
June
Eric had picked Mikhail up with ease and placed him on the saddle before mounting the horse. Mikhail sat in front of, and Eric leaned forward pushing against the boy a little, allowing Mika to use Eric as a backrest and stability. The horse started at a slow trot out toward the gate of Stormalong, once through Eric kicked the horse to a gallop to put distance between them and the city. The first leg of their journey took the rest of the night, with Mika failing in and out of sleep, once Eric had reached a satisfactory distance they took a break. Then they moved for a few hours and then took more breaks, overall, with Eric avoiding roads and wanting to go easy on travel for the Prince's sake, the travel time took somewhere around four days with Eric and Mikhail arriving in Zahrada. 

The journey had been quiet for the most part, besides introductions between the two. Eric knew little about Prince Mikhail, and Mikhail only knew what he'd either heard or had been told. So, they were both moderately relieved when the awkward road trip was at an end with the gates of Zahrada. Eric kept his hood up and Mikhail kept his head down. It was when Eric made it to Zahrada's keep that he pulled down his hood and requested to be let in, which, the guards very quickly obliged and Eric passed through, dismounting and helping Mikhail down. 

The two quickly walked through Zahrada's main doors, Eric leading him to the front Anya's bedroom. Eric smiled, gave him a bow and a goodnight before leaving, walking in the direction of his room but he turned a corner toward Angelica's, quietly opening the door and stepping in. Dropped the rough riding leathers so he was only wearing the under clothes and he slipped into the bed with her, careful not to wake her. Everything felt right with the world in that moment, he hadn't slept in four days. Her warmth radiated onto him and he began to slip into a sleep.
Rebecca
Marsila waved his hand away, disregarding it as she stood regained her composure. The taste was starting to dull but the taste was enough to continue her nausea. "That would be amazing if you could." 

Taking a deep breath, she lowered her eyelids and concentrated on the forest breeze. The earthy aroma did wonders in distracting her compared to the confined space they had been in when she had her first taste. When he questioned her, she didn't seem bothered considering she planned on acting as an open book towards the Alchemist. It was what she had promised him in return for control. 

"That is fine and the potion worked wonders. I haven't felt Cecilia until last last couple of days where she began to stir." She began after he explained he had a few more following questions. "I also noticed in the first week that most of my thought process had been clouded by instinct but that wasn't too much of a hassle to deal with."