Xarces' eyes roll as he looks on to the one sided battle unfolding before him. Though he'd hardly consider it a battle, more like, his allies taking advantage of and feeding on vastly outmatched and unskilled opponents. "You all have fun... I'll meet up with you back in town." he calls out, with nothing to do himself, and seeing no reason to simply stand around and do nothing while the others finished up with the frightened females. Xarces gathers up his things and sets out along the path alone. He'd get to town and get a nice hot bath, maybe even have things ready for departure before the other members of the party would trickle in later.<br/><br/>Clutching his twin blades in hand as he walks, Xarces enjoys the fact he still had company of a sort even when off on his own. His mind flashing to the the events in the chamber with the smokey females reminding him of the essences that remained in each blade. Only to flash to the meeting of Dura and her band of misfits. The rest where pathetic, hardly able to put a scratch in the skin of any they attacked....but Dura, she had survived a devastating blow....had destroyed some of Linda's lesser undead, and easily overpowered and nearly made a meal out of himself, who's own strength he knew to have increased since his run in with the shadows. "Perhaps we shall meet again Dura....I shall be looking forward to it."  he whispers to the wind as he proceeds onward toward their destination.