Gwen was uncomfortable herself unused to such wild beings. They had no magical core like her it simply was, flowing through their bodies like water. She was fearful if she watched too long she’d get swept up in the tide. Unsure what to say she merely watched as the woman, obviously the leader of the trio, dashed forward and she almost snickered at the way she spoke. The shamaness was not intimidated by the king and she treated him as though he was a wandering child. They lived so far apart from the village she wondered if they were even really under his rule. Of course, she knew why the blood was taken and as the woman dashed off she turned her attention to the frightened warlord.<br/><br/>“Relax, she’s trying to figure out how much magic you have and why you have it. A lot can be told with blood so I’ve been told. It’s not a practice I’ve ever picked up.” And she took him by the hand and led him to a stump near the fire to sit. It was then one of the brothers approached him his face shifting a bit slower than his sister’s. “And why would you shiny woman?” he questioned as he ran calloused dirt-stained fingers along the hem of her gown.  “Blood magic is tricky, tricky you have to be fluid like the blood or it becomes volatile. You’re magic is like a dammed up stream far too slow to keep up with the intricacies of blood working.” His unsettling gold eyes gazed into her own and he muttered something under his breath then he too vanished inside.<br/><br/>The second brother didn’t speak to them and instead focused on the stew that was bubbling in the pot. He hummed a tune to himself and sat down to stoke the fire, only then did he speak and his voice was so soft it was almost a whisper. “You have too much control and he doesn’t have enough,” He stated bluntly. “Brother Anno will fix that.” He grabbed two wooden bowls and poured the thick stew into them before pushing the bowl towards their guest. “You will eat now, good for the soul.” And then he poured himself a bowl and began to slurp it quite loudly.<br/><br/>They remained sitting out there for a good hour before the female, Sister Cleo, emerged from her hut. “Tsk, Tsk broke the seal you did. Silly Crimson Lady, Wild Warlord was never supposed to have the magic. You made a bargain yes? Flashy runes and exchange of power?” The way Gwen’s eyes widened told Cleo she was on the mark. “You cracked the seal the magic trickled out, you showed him magic it broke. Now he has more power than he knows what to do with and you don’t have enough to handle him or keep your end of the bargain. But we can fix right brothers?” Anno appeared and they both nodded.<br/><br/>“We will merge your magics together and you will do great things as the blood told me.” She reached out and grabbed Gwen’s hand slicing the palm and coaxing her blood into the bowl Anno held out beneath her. Then she repeated the motion with Darius this time into the bowl that the second brother held. “Now you will drink and we will chant, it will be good.” Gwen turned to the Warlord as though to ask ‘are you sure you want to do this’