Tcion had read about humans and the night in the shabby tavern did little to persuade her that the texts were wrong. Humans were dumb, impulsive and vulgar. It honestly astounded her how a race as simple as this had somehow managed to work it way to the top of the food chain. Still, if she was going to stay in this town for any prolonged period of time, she needed to get on the good side with its citizens. So she put on the smile she had practiced for decades and laughed at the boorish jokes.<br/><br/>But even Tcion's Elven patience had its limits. Around midnight she finally excused herself from the party after one too many vulgar suggestion from the drunk men and women alike. Stepping outside into the cool night air, she only gave a passing nod to the man sitting outside.<br/><span style="color: #ff0000"><br/>
"Aww, didn't like the company?"</span>Came the cackling voice of the Black Spirit, who had clearly enjoyed her discomfort.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Could've spiked their drinks, poison them all!"</span>It added, and for the first time this evening Tcion had a genuine smile on her face.<span style="color: #8000ff">"You know we still need them..."</span>She replied as she made her way to the little cabin at the edge of the forest. It was a perfect spot, away from prying eyes and all under the cover of her being a herbalist... Which wasn't a complete lie.<br/><br/>Tcion had arranged a spot on the expeditionary force setting out to explore the lands, under the pretense of gathering information on the surrounding land. Decades of practice in the Forest of Seclusion allowed her to dance through the thickets as if they weren't even there.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"Mmmm, do you see them? The little creature?"</span>The Black Spirit cackled. Tcion had indeed noticed a small group of goblins following them.<span style="color: #ff0000">"They smell nice... I wonder what they taste like."</span>it growled as the whispy black figure danced around the group. Where there were a few goblins there usually were a lot more. These were probably just a scouting party to gauge the group's strength and numbers.<br/><br/>Tcion was anything but happy with the group, too many people attuned to Holy Magic. Though so far none had made any signs of noticing her or the Black Spirit, she still made an active effort to stay away from them as far as possible... Without looking suspicious of course.<br/><br/>The ancient doorway at the campsite caught her attention. She recognized some symbols, but the majority of them were alien to her. Was this place build before or after the larger ancient civilizations? And if so, how had it been left undisturbed for so long? Even the Black Spirit seemed agitated by the door, as its small figure buzzed around the door excitedly.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Mmm, I smell power... Familiar power, yet... Hahaha, you should open the door!" </span>It laughed, buzzing about excitedly. Tcion had no intention of rushing into anything though, who knew what lie behind this door?<br/><br/>Tcion placed herself strategically away from the Holy Magic users, she still wasnt sure how sensitive they were.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Judging by its placement and geography, I'd wager its either a tomb or a vault for an artifact."</span>She chimed in.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Oh! The name's Tcion, nice to meet you all!"</span>She cooed, putting on her practiced smile again as she brushed a stray lock of her raven black hair behind her ear.<span style="color: #8000ff">"It's so exciting to be out here, I hope I won't be a burden to you guys. I mean, I don't really have any combat skills..."</span>She said, pulling her knees up to her chest.<span style="color: #8000ff">"But I'll try my best!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>