"Sounds like a plan to me. You need to stop by to see your lover before you leave? I know that I would be served to buy a curative potion or two... that damn centipede was not the easiest thing to grapple with."<br/><br/>The orc woman shrugs, and looks off in the direction you'd been pointed in.<br/><br/>"Then again, if we're not supposed to kill them, maybe we can hope that means they won't be trying to kill us? He did say they were summer fae, after all..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">He says something about multiple futures ending in him being torn apart by the Queens of the Seasons, which at the very least implies both Summer and Winter.</div></div>