Vival sniffed annoyedly at Brom. While the shaking earth had unsettled him, it hadn’t nearly bothered him as much as it had Brom. When the big cat-like creature hid behind him, Vival craned his neck and gave him a pointed look. His giant, reptilian head then swiveled back towards the rest of the group, watching Silas and Floriad find their footing on the earth and coming to terms with what had just occurred. The cacophony of noises, whether from the horses or the cockatrices that had been agitated, made him snort, a cloud of dust from the earth puffing up where he’d blown out air from his nostrils.<br/><br/>Silas and Floriad exchanged worried looks, both of their eyes glued to the pillar. They had not exactly signed up for this, but both of them seeming willing enough to follow Tarkus forward. While Floriad eyed the newcomers—well, new to her, they’d probably been in Marveila at least a little bit longer than she had—quizzically, Silas seemed more preoccupied with getting himself armed. While he mostly walked around in his armor—he was never one for heavy armor, and preferred leather to anything that would restrict his movements—he thought it would be a good idea to give himself a once over. Before shaking himself out, he made sure his gauntlets were secure, and then, maybe a little less carefully than Kaya had, retrieved his mace from the “scabbard” he’d fashioned. Upon hearing Tarkus talk down “simple blades”, he frowned. He never quite had the knack for magic, and everything he’d encountered before went down with a few heavy blows.<br/><br/>Floriad could see that Silas was looking down at his mace and snickered. She twirled her staff around as though it was weightless, and gently pressed the base of it to the ground. “That shouldn’t be a problem for me,” she sneered. There was plenty of earth under her feet to manipulate, and she was ready for a good scuffle. Her mood cooled when Kaya started speaking, because advocating for brute force in a fight that required finesse was definitely going to boost Silas’ ego—and she was going to have none of that. She watched Kaya retrieve the tubers, eyes widening. Pushing a lock of hair out of her eyes, she approached the vegetables. When the Epona’s eyes met the Sidhe’s, she snatched a tuber and pranced over to Silas. “Here, take this,” she said.<br/><br/>Silas looked at the tuber, and then back at Floriad. He was about to say something unkind, until he witnessed what Kaya was doing. Two white eyebrows raised on his forehead, and then he was mimicking her actions. He made sure to get the surface of his mace—at least the parts where it mattered—covered adequately. When he saw her eat it, he hesitated with the remnants close to his mouth. Floriad pushed the tuber into his gob. The Dokkalfr sputtered and shoved her away from him. He made an interesting noise. When Kaya jerked a thumb in Floriad’s direction, she nodded fervently. The head of Silas’ mace began to glow.<br/><br/>“Let’s do it!” exclaimed Floriad, shoving her staff into the air. Silas trudged a less enthusiastically behind her, and Vival slithered around to accompany them.