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<br/>​</div>It was easy to the the effect that the King's words had on those around him, and to Marek it also explained the odd way that the King was acting. He had to wonder how many of those words were from the King himself, or driven by the object in his hand. Did that piece desire to be reunited with the others? One would assume so.<br/><br/>Marek was contemplating this, his mind turning over everything that had been said, when the dark feline simply strode out of the room. His eyes followed her, and he'd have approached, but she seemed in a mood and he did not wish to disturb her. He'd only heard bits and pieces of the Shadowfang, much like the Rod itself, and she did not seem the sort to team with others. The lovely elf, on the other hand...<br/><br/>Gathering the maps that were being given out, as well as the writ that was given to show they were working for the Black Sovereign (which could be a boon or a bane, depending), Marek saw the elf exit the throne room as well. He hurried to follow. By the time he exited the throne room the feline was gone entirely, and the elf wasn't in sight. Sighing, and slightly discouraged, Marek walked the corridor to the doors that would exit the palace.<br/><br/>It was outside these doors and next to some of the pillars, that he spotted the elf. Immediately his mood brightened and his right hand waved in greeting as he quickly closed the distance, a smile on his face.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"I was hoping to see you!"</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"></span>he said excitedly. He gave a bow to her and as he straightened he said,<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"My name is Marek. I will be bold and say that I was hoping we might travel together? Strength in numbers for this seems a wise path to take."</span></b>he said, eyes hopeful.<br/><br/>It was obvious she used a sword, the thin blade at her side an indication of that, and her clothing! He had only rarely ever seen such finery! She must be skilled indeed!<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/33dk5hG.gif" title="33dk5hG.gif">
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<br/>​</div>For Jynx, it was not she herself that drew the looks as she exited Starfall. No, it was Layla, her Ravager. The beast seemed well under control, but even so mothers clutched their young to their skirts, and people gave her a wide berth. The city gates were reached without incident, as nobody even had the courage to say anything to the feline and her large predatory companion.<br/><br/>The roads leading away from Starfall branched out in different directions, and soon Jynx had a decision to make as far as what path she would take.