<span style="color: #4080FF">Morys was pleased that the Fox Anithrope came to her senses and even offered to help. Her advice made Morys feel foolish as he tried to do as the others and step inside the footprints of those in front of him. Now that they had slowed down, the trail was not nearly as clear and easy to follow.<br/><br/>When they reached the tree, Morys opened his mouth to offer to go first, but the boy's words stopped his own and he watched, somewhat annoyed, as the kid took an unnecessary risk by diving into the hole first. While the boy was gone, the giant red raccoon creature addressed him, to which he replied, "I will show you what it is that I believe they are after, once we are safely in our... hide out."<br/><br/>As Farish climbed out of the hole with dirt clinging to his clothes to report to the group that it was safe, Morys' previous annoyance quickly abated. He would have looked a fool if he had insisted on going first just to get stuck part way down. "Very well then, thank you."<br/><br/>The Wolf Anithrope spoke next, speaking of having guards posted, which Morys had to agree with. However, he seemed to fall asleep in mid-sentence, which wasn't something Morys wanted to see when he would be trusting him to take a late night shift.<br/><br/>"It's a good thing the entrance is concealed," Morys said aloud, more to himself than anyone around him. "We should gather wood for a fire," he offered, "and maybe search for whatever game we can find. Should we split-?" Morys stopped mid-sentence, when he noticed the first life in the forest he seen since entering it, a small blue and white bird that seemed intent on talking with the wind sprite as it landed on the creature's head. Its feathers were ruffled as if it had encountered a predator and chirped in such a way that it seemed as though it were talking!<br/><br/>Morys drew his sword when he noticed a wolf Anithrope that seemed to appear out of no where. He glanced up at where the other Wolf Anithrope was sleeping as if making sure he wasn't crazy. With the visual reassurance, Morys quickly drew his second sword and advanced on the Anithrope. "Who the hell are you?!" He asked in the most threatening voice he could muster.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">Within the ship's hold was a cage constructed of no metal, nor wood, but magic. Inside the cage were creatures that could scare even Demons, as they fed the creatures their own Demon kin. The glowing red eyes of the closest Night Mare sent a shiver down the captain's spine, but he quickly played it off as if he had meant to move and cracked his neck audibly.<br/><br/>One of the wraiths sneered, showing unnaturally pointed teeth that gleamed within it's smoky flesh, if it could even be called that. "I'll be in my quarters while you release them," the captain said, breaking the eery silence. He turned on his heel and was gone, leaving the spellcaster standing stunned as he stared at the Night Mares and their chosen Riders. Swallowing his fear, he realized that there were probably worse ways to die, and he began chanting the counter curse.<br/><br/>Upon their release, one of the Riders shrieked as he rode out of the hold on his spooky horse's back, cutting down the Demon who had released him as he passed. The three other Riders behind him with their flaming hooved steeds alike, devoured the spellcaster's flesh. The leader watched, waiting for his comrades and hungry for something more. <br/><br/>When the others were finished, the leader's Night Mare reared before taking the lead off of the ship and across the ocean waters. The four riders could sense what it was they were meant to find and the lead Rider let out another shriek, excited for the hunt. It had been too long since they had last been freed, and he was going to enjoy his freedom!</span>