<span style="color: #FF0000">Fenharel listened to Tasia's instructions, nodding slowly and looking towards the river. An eerie flow of sound emanated from it, a sound like insects at night but much more sinister. He gripped his knives tightly and began walking towards the river with the group, flexing his forearms then relaxing them periodically to keep his muscles reactive.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Ellaria sheathed her blades and rummaged in her pack, binding poultices on to a couple of scratches she had gotten in the last fight. "We're in too deep now to not have each other's back," she said quietly. She noticed Fenharel smiling at her as she said it.</span>