There was a long pause for Brand, as he gazed over to Lynnira. At first, he mentally chuckled at being called a â??little oneâ??, as she wasnâ??t that much older than he was, but only smiled sweetly at her direction. When she further spoke though, his smiled thinned, before turning his gaze completely. Her spite was contagious, as many people who lost a loved one would tend to turn towards the anger and revenge. He would never say it aloud, but he wondered, if they were to have assumed one of them would betray the Queenâ?¦ would it have been Gandrian? Brand was an observer, and personality wise, he found it shocking that the most calm and perhaps purest of them had turned into the darkest. But just like water, Gandrian wasnâ??t just a gentle flow, but would mold the path before him to lead them into a different direction. But as it seemed, the path he led them down was dark and obscured with pain.<br/><br/>When he felt a hand on his head, he turned to look down just fractionally to see the smile that was rewarded to him. The blonde returned it with vigor, knowing that avenging the Queen by killing the King was their goal. Briefly, he wondered why they thought he was so childish though, as he ruffled his own hair. Brand was the tallest of them, standing at six foot one, and perhaps the most destructive. But with his gentle nature and sealed lips, he supposed that was the image he gave off.<br/><br/>Mind snapping off of what he was thinking, he hurried to Valenâ??s side. Before he was able to ask what was wrong though, the eldest knight muttered that he was fine, before beginning to smoke from his pipe again. He knew not of what was causing this illness, but he wondered if it was tied to the smoke that the other blonde inhaled. Pressing his lips together, he swayed from the subject and nodded his head, standing almost too close to the other male, as if to keep an eye on his health and would catch him if he fell. If only he had healing magic, as he wanted to ease the pain for their leader.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">â??Do you thinkâ?¦â?</span>his voice trailed off, before seeing a large arch of leaves just a few meters before them. Golden leaves swirled around twisting vines, forming a gateway that seemed both inviting and ethereal at the same time. The Gates of Elzara, leading into the sanctuary of Cam. Grinning, he turned to face the others.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">â??Weâ??ve made it~ see?â?</span>he declared, stating out the obvious. It was clear to see that he wanted to race towards the gates, but stayed bouncing beside Valen. Only Elvin-kin could command the door to open, so the vines were sealed tightly together, protruding thorns the closer they got to the gate doors. Magic veiled heavily around the area, glowing in an almost protective fashion.<br/><br/>Gazing over his companions again, he noted that the Vampire appeared to have vanished. Everan continuously did that, coming in and out. It was strange, but he didnâ??t speak about it, as the third male of their group didnâ??t appear too enthusiastic to aid them. Frowning softly, he continued trekking ahead, as they knew that the Vampire would either go off and do his own thing, or perhaps come back whenever he found it convenient.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">â??Shall we rest and restock in the town before we resume?â?</span>Brand asked, wondering if they were all strong enough. Together, the knights could create a strong enough light that would beacon them towards where the shard might be. Light found light, and if the knights couldnâ??t conjure enough energy to form the light to be stronger than the shard, then they would find nothing.