(Synn)<br/><br/>“Dear Anton, within the walls of your beloved Inquisition holds just as many horrors as the battlefield, perhaps even worse. I have been in the clutches of the Inquisition before, and I do not plan on returning. Do not think that watching my brothers and sisters die because they would not bow down to the Prince and his god did not scar me as war has scarred you” she said before finishing the rest of her dried meat. She shifted slightly, looking back over in his direction, wondering just how damaged this soldier was. “I understand that you think my magick is the equivalent of a sword and for that, I apologize. I would love to show you how magnificent it could be…” she said as she waved her hand over the stump she sat on, and a small branch grew from the side to produce new leaves and a little white flower. “If I wanted to kill you, Anton, I would have succeeded as I had with the ones that came before you” she concluded as she gazed into his eyes, watching every soft expression he was willing to offer.<br/><br/>She then lowered her eyes to look at the crossbow, his boots, and the ground beneath their feet. She turned her head as her locks dangled down over her chest to examine the forest they found themselves within. They had made their way to the densest portion of the Dark Forest. She watched a light fog begin to set in and roll along the floor like a living blanket, and the sun had started to set. Rays of light slowly retracted behind the trees, and the forest became cold and hazy. You could hear the birds chirping, and the crickets started to play their song. The night was coming. She looked back at Anton with her hands in her lap.<br/><br/>“It’s going to get cold. We should start a fire” Kateri said as she lifted her left hand slightly and produced a ball of flame in the palm of her hand. “Unless you plan on continuing to travel through the night” she grinned.