Darius sat and listened, already feeling quite a bit better after what he'd done. "I apologize. I was unaware, and this is all incredibly new. I'll keep that in mind and won't do it again." The very last thing he wanted to do was injure her in some way due to his ignorance about what was happening. When he was pulled up, Darius was all too happy to leave the shop and the musty herbed smell behind. It was threatening to turn his stomach. To Darius' relief, they weren't stopped for any reason on the way out of the city and up onto the mountain paths. The very last thing he needed was a challenger while he was as charged up as he was. His people would cheer as he cut a challenger down. Death by other means though would be muttered about. A lack of honor, he was sure they would say.<br/><br/>As they approached the huts, and the seemingly fluidly aged woman stepped out, he could already feel it. They had whatever he had inside, but it was different. Smaller, somehow. By quite a bit. "Wild warlord and Crimson seductress? I don't know what games you're on about, but I need help." The woman nodded emphatically, and soon was joined by two brothers who moved and acted much the same way that she did. Their faces seemed to shift back and forth between younger men and older. It was almost as if they were aging over and over again.<br/><br/>"Seems that you do! Can you feel him from here, Brother? It's like looking at the sun!" The older woman however moved forward, faster than what an aging body might be expected to be capable of.<br/><br/>"You make me nervous. All fidgety. Hold still." All at once, Darius felt voluntary motion simply ceased. Something had him pinned as the woman poked and prodded, then finally drew a small knife of bone. The point was needle sharp. Darius eye's moved to Gwen, almost pleading for assistance. The man was terrified, an extreme rarity. The sharp crack of a gnarled hand against Darius' leather armored side was audible. "Relax, boy." Just a hair faster than the eye could trace, the knife flashed down and neatly sliced Darius across the collarbone. The elderly woman held the knife just under the wound, letting the blood collect in the hollow of the thin blade. Dragging it across her tongue, she tasted Darius' essence. Brows drew down, whether she was dissatisfied or puzzled was a mystery as long as her face kept changing age.<br/><br/>Turning her back, she gave an idle wave of her hand and retreated into the central tent in which she had come. Darius' body seemed free once more. He was bewildered by the whirlwind of action that'd just happened, and looked to Gwen for answers.