Verita planted her feet firmly in the hard cold stone as she awaited the fox being thrown. Watching the strong mercenary pick up the little thing, she could see it flying through the air with a mighty throw of his arm. Her hand were opened wide to be able to catch him, her fingers quickly curling around his arms underneath his armpits. However the weight of the Vulpari was underestimated, and she could feel herself kocking hard against the stone walls of the start of the short tunnel in the mountain. Her head knocked harder then expected against the rocks as she could feel the fox's fur tickle her nose and skin. Trying fight back the tears of the shock and small painstabs in her head, she suddenly looked into the eyes of the smith of the village on the other side. He was nearing quickly, but she could see Darius already being helped up from his jump. The sounds of the last big chunk of bridge falling into the deep chasm and echoing in their ears told her that there was no return.<br/><br/>Not that if she had been able to jump back it would have still been an option. The look of pure hatred and upbraid in the eyes of her neighbours and villagers told her enough that, what she had done tonight, was unforgivable. Still holding the humanoid animal in her arms, almost as if it was a child, she mumbled a small incantation to soothe the pain in her head.<i>Sanara Integro</i>. She could feel the energy flow from her head and heal the starting bruise and bump that was stretching her skin underneath her hair. Her hands were warm and comfortable, almost static against the soft fur of Donchen. Her thick soft robes clinged against her skin of the cold freezing mud that drenched the cotton-like fabric. She was wearing a leather body around her waist in which her perk breasts were resting upon. However donchen was held tightly in her arms, the warmth of the animal to good to let go before she put it down on the ground.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>''Let's go before they do find a way to follow us.. Or behead me or something, for helping you get out of our village. Well.. Their village then.''</b></span><br/><br/>With a soft sad look in her eyes she drew her vision away from the mob and towards the moonlight that shone just outside of the small cave they were standing in. She followed her way down and breathed in the air of the cold meadows and farspread plains in all directions but one. Nodding her head towards the right, she pointed at a small strip of trees in between a gap of two mountains.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>''That's the start of the Wicked Woods.. The only way out of these mountains alive, if you can survive it's creatures in there. If you continue following the east, you should be able to make our way to the next town in under a week. Since I can't return to my home, would you mind if I travelled with one of you?''</b></span><br/><br/>Looking down at Donchen with a curious smile spreading over her lips, she asked:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>''Can I maybe be so frank to ask, how it is possible that you can talk? And walk.. and look so.. Not like a real fox? And..''</b></span><br/><br/>She looked back up to the blind man with the strange claws and skin that made her fear the worst. Trying to avoid her curious eyes to look at his companion, as she had noted his hostile and agitated character towards her, and humans. The first indication of her worries that perhaps they should not have been saved, and that she might be danger right now. Maybe she should have let her village kill them, they looked diseased and misformed. Nevertheless, one look at the man that had barely been able to jump the bridge, and the cute little fox-guy she had put down before her told her that at least those two had nothing done wrong.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">''And why does your skin, and your hands look so strange, blind man? Are you suffering an illness?''</span></b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>