Vague walked out of his tent, clad in his robes and wearing a pointed hat, earning a few snickers from Bronnys, who was helping Char pack up the campsite. Jhaama was lounging at the cliff edge. He looked around at everyone and stretched out, looking at the morning sky. It was still grey, and he knew it was likely to rain again soon.

"Right! Good morning to you all, too. Where's Hal, Bronnys?"
"In her tent." Bronnys smirked for some reason.
Vague rose his eyebrows and walked over to Hal's tent. He grabbed one edge of the 'door' and flapped it a bit. "Hal?" He called out.

"What?" came from inside.

"It's morning. We're getting ready to go. And hello to you too."
A moment passed before Hal pushed out of the tent, forcing Vague to step back. Her eyes looked slightly tired but she didn't seem physically worse for the wear. She clutched Vague's book in her arms. "Sorry. I was reading." She held up his book.

"I can see that. Char, can you take her tent down, please?" Vague gestured. Char rumbled and got to work. "Thanks."
"Why do you bother saying please or thanks? They are bound to your word."
"If they like me, then if they break free they'll maim me less." Vague grinned. "How much did you learn?"
"Oh, lots. Your emphasis on fire and ice spells is strange, though." Hal shrugged. "I especially liked your theories on the basics of magicks and how you can essentially replace the elements in any spell, or apply spells to other spells to get mixed effects. They were very daring. I also liked how you managed to somehow script out a rain of fire -and- ice using Diaspora's Theorem of Unlimited Elements. That was a good read. And-" She was cut off by Vague grabbing the hat off his head, putting it on Hal's head and patting her on the back. She stared at him as he turned and walked back into his tent, reaching up and fixing the hat on her head.

Vague walked back out of his tent with his back, holding one of them. He only smiled towards a still confused and dumbfounded Hal, and turned to Bronnys. "You don't have to carry anything today. I think you've had enough 'punishment.' I still don't want to hear any complaints. Alright? Help Char take down my tent so we can get going." Bronnys muttered but got to work, her bat wings lightly beating the air.

"How are you going to hide them?"
"Hide them? I don't need to. Warlocks are looked down upon like none other, but they won't kick me out. They'll just not like me too much."
"Someone's going to question why you have three summons."
"Four." corrected.
Hal blinked.

"There's yourself, and I'm not going to go around saying I have a dread lady bound to me. Although…" Vague paused, stepping in front of Hal, his eyes moving over her body. Hal paused, not sure of what the proper reaction was. "Actually, you look like a warlock in that outfit, and you have the abilities of one.. You could pass for human, explaining your demon taint with the fact you're a warlock." He smiled and looked towards Auberdine. "Come on, let's go."
It only took an hour to reach Auberdine. Vague had Char, Bronnys and Jhaama set up a small camp outside of town while he and Hal went into it. The Night Elves stayed away from them but didn't give them any trouble, and the ones Vague spoke to were friendly enough, if stand-off is with Hal. Hal was surprised by the effect Vague's amiable personality had. Despite his claim of their misgivings, most of the Night Elves he spoke to were friendly back towards them when he was friendly to them.

They bought clothes- particularly for Hal, so she could have a more open range of attire, and Vague bought Hal a trinket of some sort- an amulet made of Elunite, a metal found and forged by the Night Elves. It began to rain again after noon, and Vague didn't seem to have any sort of set plan in mind for the visit, which began to bother Hal at first. But after a while, she began to enjoy herself and Vague's company. When the sun was half-way through its waning, Vague went into a tavern and bid Hal follow.

It was clean, wooden and not too noisy yet. The rain made the day seem older and darker then it was, but not many people were perusing the drinks yet. Vague walked up to the counter and took a drink of fizz brew, a goblin ale, from an old bartender who served it up, demanding a few coin for it. Vague paid up without a problem, but Hal noticed his money pouch was nearly empty.

Vague sat down in a corner and bid Hal do the same, and they talked for a short while. Hal tried to ask what they were waiting for, but Vague would only shake his head and press his finger to his lips in a quieting motion whenever she asked.

After an hour, a hooded figure walked into the tavern, wearing red robes. It pulled the hood down, revealing an old, wizened and dangerous-looking night elf with white hair. The other tavern-goers quieted at his presence, but he didn't seem to notice. His eyes fell upon Vague, and he walked towards the two with swift, great strides. He sat down beside them without asking, and placed his hands on the table, folding them together.

"Hello, Vague."
Vague nodded. "Zal'Torion Nightrage." He said respectfully.

"Introduce me to your partner. You didn't have one last I saw you." Zal'Torion smiled and parted his hands.

Hal reached up and pulled her hat off, feeling somewhat awkward with it on all of the sudden, and placed it beside her. "I am Hal'-" She cut herself off, cleared her throat, and resumed, "Hal Stormwyrm." Zal raised his eyebrows.

"You have a strong family name." He remarked quietly, and looked towards Vague. "How did you meet her?"
"Doing what you asked of me." Vague replied calmly.

"Aaah." The night elf smiled and looked towards Hal. "Very clever."
"I'm not sure what you mean." Hal remarked with a confused expression.
"I know what you are. I am Vague's supplier." Zal remarked quietly, folding his hands together again. "Very well done indeed, Vague. I didn't think you would survive, but you not only came to your senses and didn't summon Bal, but you summoned a weaker one you could bind to you. Very clever indeed."
Hal paled. Vague showed no signs of distress, although he did shift uncomfortably, but nodded. "Thank you. And, of course.." He reached within his robes and pulled out a book of strange markings. Hal immediately recognized it as one of the items he had carried out of the Kaldorei ruins and nearly died for. "Your payment."
"Ah!" Zal's eyes glowed brightly and a smile lit his face. "Excellent, excellent." He crooned, reaching out and pulling the book towards him, running his hands over it. He looked about the room once over and then slid the book into his robes. "Very well done, Vague. You will do nicely." He smiled. "You will prove to be a very powerful member of our society indeed if you stay so level-headed and successful."

"Thank you, Nightrage." Vague allowed himself a small grin now and relaxed.

"Mm."
"Um?" Hal cut in. "I don't mean to be rude, but I have no idea what just transpired here."
"Ah! Right, right." Vague murmured. "Hal, Zal is my mentor. Yes, just mentor. Make no mention of our profession here if you can help it, just use general terms." He grinned. "Zal would be killed if someone overheard us."
"A night elf..?" Hal questioned.

Zal spread his fingers. "I am thousands and thousands of years old. In the recent years there's been a small sect of us who felt hindered by our society's.. restrictions. But with the High Elves nearly all wiped out and most of the remainder joining the Blood Elves.." He shrugged slowly. "I have delved into our profession and mastered it easily. When Vague came along, he brought fresh blood and new ideas. So I made him a deal; I'd give him the blood he needed as a sign of good faith, and if he succeeded he needed to bring back something of equal value."
"Which I've done. And Zal, Hal is.." He paused, reciting "Zal, Hal, Zal" for a moment in amusement before continuing. "Out of date, to use a human term." He turned to Hal. "The High Elves were wiped out by the Scourge. I'm sure you know about -that-. Those who survived have become Blood Elves for the most part, turning to demonic energies.. Much like I am, only more foolishly and with abandon and no wisdom." He scowled.

Zal nodded slowly. 'Indeed. They were fools thousands of years ago and they remain fools now." He shrugged his shoulders. "But enough talk of this. You did what you did to further yourself faster then normal. Has it succeeded?" He questioned languidly.

"Hal has been teaching me." Vague responded. Zal turned his eyes towards Hal, and they eased into a friendly smile.

"I see. And she was wearing your hat. You are teaching her in turn?" He guessed.

"..yeah." Vague murmured.

"Be wary, Vague. You remember what happened last time." Zal said softly. Vague nodded quietly.
"Last time..?" Hal murmured.

"I will not speak of it now." Vague said. "And do not wish to, so do not press me. But come, we are in a tavern. Let us drink."
"Alas, I cannot." Zal murmured. "I must return to my- our, soon to be, Vague, sect. I'm sure you are guaranteed entrance with this feat." He smiled and nodded, standing up. "I bid you both good day. And Vague.." Vague smiled up towards Zal.

"Aye?"

"Nice catch." Zal said with an amused chuckle and a twinkle in his glowing, wizened eyes. He pulled up his hood and walked out of the tavern.

"Nice.. Catch?" Hal questioned. "Why did he give you a fishing reference?"

"Er.. Don't mind it." Vague rubbed the back of his head, looking uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"Okay. Then what the heck is he? I thought- no, I -know- that wizened old night elves are druids."

"Oh, he was. His sect is comprised of older members of the Night Elves who feel disillusioned or aren't quite in sync with their society's laws. They're not evil, not at all."
"But they practice-"
"Yes, they do." Vague cut her off. "But most of all warlocks go into their profession with good hearts and intentions. Most of them give into corruption some point down the line. Zal's sect is uncorrupted. They are, for the most part, wise old men who just happen to practice something in secret for the betterment of their society. It's the opposite of the Dark Sect, which does it just for power."
Hal fell silent, her questions still rising but it was clear from Vague's expression he would not talk more on the matter. They sat together quietly for a while, when Hal rose. "I wish to buy a drink. Do you have money?" Vague's expression pained slightly and he threw a few coins towards her, which she caught. "Thanks."
Vague checked his pouch. He was near broke now. He sighed. He should have asked Zal for money. He folded his arms quietly as Hal walked up to the bartender with the coins and tried to ask for a drink awkwardly.

Someone sat down across from him. He looked up immediately to see who it was and was startled to see an attractive human female sitting across from him, her hands clasped together forming an arch, upon which she rested the lower end of her chin. Her hair was a deep navy blue, matching her eyes, and fell in a straight, flat structure around her face. She wore robes like his own, except slimmer and pitch black in color, all of them. She had a youthful aura and devil lips. She smiled in amusement, as if she knew something he did not and wanted him to know it. He frowned and rested his elbows on the table.

"Can I.. help you?" He inquired curiously, his eyebrows raising. He glanced towards Hal. Preoccupied with the bartender and having trouble ordering, she was oblivious.

"Actually, you can, Vague. I saw your transaction just now."
Vague's eyes widened in alarm and he gripped the table tightly. "How-?"
"I know who you are and what you are, yes. I know of your relation to that old fart's sect and of your failed relation to Dalaran. I know most everything I need to know." The woman spoke softly, but with a powerful authority.

"I am a high-ranking member of the Dark Sect. We've been watching Zal's little group for some time now, preparing to assimilate or destroy it. However, recent.. events.. have begun to transpire against them." Vague's alarmed expression settled into a tense, curious and angry one.

"But how could you-"
"Don't ask me that. You don't need to know. What you do need to know is we had our eye on you the moment you came into our view. And we'd like to.. Extend.. An offer of invitation to you. Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to force a silly ultimatum on you so soon. But that silly Nightrage's group is going to be destroyed, and soon. Keep your distance from it if you wish to avoid infamy." She smirked.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't just alert the authorities to your presence here." Vague muttered through gritted teeth. The woman almost seemed amused.

"Because I'm not actually here. This is an illusion. I'm actually outside in the alleyway." She extended her hand to Vague. Vague moved his hand to hers- and through it. He frowned and rested his hands on the table.

"Clever. If someone gets violent, you dispel the illusion and they look like a fool." He murmured.

"Why, thank you! How insightful of you. Like Zal said, you'll go places. I just wonder if you'll go the places he thought you would." She smiled. "Talk with me more outside. What I wish to say is not meant for prying ears." She got up and wiggled her fingers at him in a wave, walking out of the tavern.

Hal walked up to Vague, carrying two mugs of different liquids. One of them frothed, and the other bubbled. "They had no idea what I was trying to order so eventually they just gave me the two closest things for free to shut me up." She chuckled. "Would you like one-" Vague got up, shaking his head.

"Stay here. Get drunk or whatever. Just stay here." He muttered, walking out the door. Hal stared after him for a moment, sitting down in confusion and rubbing the back of her head.

"That's.. weird." She lifted one of the mugs and sniffed it, wrinkling her nose, but took a long drought of it. She relaxed near immediately and held it with both hands, sighing.

Vague looked around him as he stood outside in the rain, his eyes squinting. He walked briskly to the right and around the side of the tavern to the gap between it and the next building over, which was conveniently, the inn. And there, leaning against the wall, holding a small black umbrella over her head, was the woman, an exact duplicate of herself in front of her, the rain passing through it.

She looked up, her deep navy blue eyes blinking once, and ceasing the ethereal glow that had been surrounding them. The illusion of herself faded. "Ah, Vague! We meet in person. You are all the more handsome in person and mildly wet. Come, get under the umbrella." She twisted the handle slightly, and the umbrella's reach extended. "Ah, goblin ingenuity. Will it never cease?"

Vague slowly stepped inside the umbrella, standing before the woman. She was an inch shorter then he was, and looked up mildly at him. His face was unreadable, but his eyes, blue-green and dark with his bated anger, stared at the woman like small fires. "I will not join your dark sect. Coming here alone I killed many of your members."
The woman laughed softly. "Oh, I know. It's one of the clauses we have. If you get killed, then you didn't deserve to be with us. So all those dark sect members you killed? Psh." She made a brushing motion with her hand. "You were just mopping up the weaklings for us."

"You have an answer for everything, don't you?"
The woman smiled, and for a moment her eyes glowed silver. "It's my job to have an answer for everything." Vague was somewhat thrown off by the glare of silver, looking down at her.

"And your name?"
"Oh! Good one. I call myself Zei. You may call me Z if you wish."
"What is a high ranking member of the Dark Sect doing in a Night Elf town where it's highly likely she'll be spotted?" Vague questioned, folding his arms. Zei chuckled lightly.

"Highly likely? Don't make me laugh. Those Night Elves take their ability to sniff out arcane and fel magicks for granted. I can just mask my aura. They can't even tell the difference between me and a normal warlock anyways." One of her eyebrows rose slightly. "For all the night elves who just saw us, we're just two warlocks having a nice chat."
One hand moved to his forehead and rubbed slightly, the elbow resting on the palm of the other hand. "You called me out here. What is it you want? You obviously have the experience and knowledge advantage over me." Vague muttered.

"Oh, I just wanted to get you away from your partner warlock. She's not someone we know about yet, and I don't like wild cards." Zei smiled again and leaned back against the wall, subtly twisting the umbrella. Vague was forced to step closer to avoid the rain, although his eyes brimmed with intrigued amusement. They didn't seem to know Hal's true nature yet.

"Well, here you have me." Vague's eyebrows shifted downwards. "Alone in a dark and rainy alley. Seems the perfect set up for a murder, but you could have killed me long before now if you wanted me dead. So I'll ask you again. What do you want from me?"
Zei's navy blue eyes seemed to smile, though her devil lips only smirked. "I'll lay my cards out on the table for you, Vague. I want you in the sect because of your experiences with Dalaran and your incredible potential for our.. Profession. What I want from you right now?" She suddenly reached forward, one of her hands slipping inside his robes and grasping the edge, bringing him forward with surprising strength.
Vague suddenly found her face filling up his own as she kissed him, nearly burning his lips with a surprising amount of passion. Her tongue wrestled into his mouth and played with his, and then she pulled away, leaving him in shock. Two unexpected kisses in two days. He wondered when his luck would end.

She didn't pull away yet, her lips near his ear. "Your summons are about to be attacked by a band of Satyrs. They can defeat them on their own, but.." She whispered.

She paused and Vague waited, his surprised look fading. That didn't stop him from enjoying the next kiss she sunk into his lips, this time going to his other ear when she pulled away, speaking softly. "Their leader is using the attack to ambush them from behind, and your three little pets will die."
Zei's lips pulled into a smirk and she once more kissed his lips, her free hand sliding up his chest.

She tilted her face far away enough Vague could look into her eyes, and seeing the amused enjoyment and worry creeping into his expression seemed to give her some sort of strange thrill. "I'm just doing that to make the whispering less suspicious." She admitted softly, so close to Vague it would be difficult in the rain to tell the two were not lovers. "Our Dark Sect is aligned with them, and I wasn't supposed to give you that information. They are watching."

"I have to go to them." Vague remarked with growing concern in his eyes. "But it'll take at least.. When will they be attacked?"

"Half an hour. Move quickly." She grinned, and as Vague turned to go, pulled him back towards her. Vague only resisted a little when she kissed him again, allowing himself to enjoy it. He kissed her back, and Zei was grinning when she pulled away that time. "That was just for me." She admitted. "Go!"
Vague quickly extracted himself from her hands and moved off back towards the tavern.

Zei watched him head back into the tavern and chuckled lightly, twirling the umbrella around her head for a moment. She touched her lips and blew a kiss in the air, twirling round on one foot, her eyes and lips settling back into a pleased, pleasured smirk. "Manipulation is such fun." She murmured softly. She turned to walk down the alleyway, but turned to allow herself a quiet, longing glance towards the tavern doors. Then she was gone in the rain.

Vague grasped Hal by the arm and pulled her up. She had finished off both drinks and was a little wobbly on her feet. He was forced to wonder just how fast she had drunken both drinks to finish them off in the short time he had been gone. A single motion of his hand silenced her questions, and he pulled outside into the rain.
Hal quickly put the hat back on her head to shield her face from the rain. Vague gestured towards the camp, and the two broke out into a run back towards the campsite, Vague explaining the imminent attack on the way.

"What? How do you know?" Hal questioned as they ran, her stamina seemingly unlimited.

Vague panted softly as he ran but managed to answer. "A little blue bird told me. Navy blue, actually, but." He trailed off, shaking his head.

Hal was utterly confused but passed it off as Vague's explanation of being informed by someone he didn't want to tell her about. She was a little jealous but didn't let it bother her- her attention was going to be needed at the campsite.

It took them a little over half an hour to reach the campsite. The sounds of battle were quite clear through the rain and growing darkness: Screeches, growls and Bronnys laughs were easy to distinguish. Vague and Hal burst through the wet brush in a shower of water to the scene.

Char was flinging fireballs left and right, exploding in showers of fiery sparks against the fur-and-leaf covered bodies of Satyrs male and female. Two were trying to charge him with their goat horns, but every time they did, Char would knock them backwards with a thick bracer-bound fist.

Two more were protecting a spell caster of some sort from Bronnys, who was making fools of them with her whip. She had a number of scratches on her, however, and four corpses of Satyrs laid on the ground behind her.

Vague took in the scene as quickly as he could, but he could do nothing fast enough as the spell caster Satyr, with purple fur and leaves, suddenly hurled a mighty fireball at Bronnys.

It never got there. In midair it shattered into red shards and turned to dust, flying backwards and through the spell caster, pelting him with his own spell. It wasn't enough to kill him; most of them flew past him, but he fell to his knees from the agonizing burns. Jhaama was behind him, the flames sinking into his maw. He growled and lunged.

The two protectors turned to deal with him, and were promptly removed of their uncut spinal status by Bronnys' whip.

Jhaama and Bronnys then turned on the two Satyrs attacking Char. It was over in a matter of seconds, and Vague had done nothing but catch his breath. Hal simply stood by him, her hands open and tense.

"Hah!" The succubus spit upon the bodies of the satyrs. Their blood was soaking the ground with crimson and one of them had fallen upon the fire, extinguishing it. She gave a frustrated mutter and yanked the body by the chest-fur off the fire, tossing it over to the bodies she had slain.

Char and Jhaama growled softly in their respective ways at all the bodies around them. Jhaama lunged at one of them and began to tear into it, devouring it with surprising feed and brutality. Vague cringed and turned his head away from the sight.

"And look who's finally here. A little late to the party, aren't you?" Bronnys snapped at him.
"This wasn't the party. This was a distraction." Vague corrected. "Nice work, but be on your toes."
"What do you mean, that wasn't the party?" groaned Bronnys.

Hal cut the succubus off. "Don't complain. You're not badly hurt. No one's dead." She jerked slightly and touched Vague on the shoulder. He looked towards her and she pointed in a direction of the forest. Vague nodded and waved his arm, gesturing in front of him to Jhaama, Bronnys and Char. The three quickly moved in front of him, even Bronnys, who fell silent at the silence of Vague.

A moment later the bushes rustled and a pair of Satyr charged from the brush, yelling and snarling and coming to a complete stop at the sight of all the summons alive and the battle already over. More satyr strode out of the bush, forming a small line behind the pair, who eyed Vague and Hal. The satyr quickly outnumbered and then were double the number of Vague's troop.

It was then a very large satyr, seven feet in height at the least, stepped out of the brush. Where all the normal satyrs fur was green or purple or red, his was a simple grey color. He held a long scythe and a set of cat claws on each hand. His eyes glowed white, and he looked at Vague quietly. Where the other satyrs had beards of some sort, save the females, he appeared to be clean shaven.

"You." He stated simply. "I see you were somehow warned of our attack." He spoke clearly in common, with a roguish but noble tone of voice. "Interesting. You must have used your new friends to do so."
"New friends?" Hal murmured.

"Can't be referring to you guys." Vague whispered back. Aloud, he stated. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."
The satyr seemed to smile. "Oh, come now. I know you're joining the Dark Sect. My sources are rarely wrong."
Hal jerked and Bronnys cast her eyes back towards Vague for a moment before resuming her glare forward. Hal looked out the side of her eyes towards Vague. "Vague!"
"It's not true." He muttered aloud. "I've no intention to join the Dark Sect. One of their members told me they wanted me in, and told me of your attack upon my companions."

The dark figure paused for a moment, and set the base of his scythe upon the ground, digging it in thoughtfully. "I was told you were joining them by a member of their number who wished to see weaklings wormed out of their group. Despite the Dark Sect being a deadly enemy of ours, we leapt upon the chance to extinguish future members. I believe the informant's name was Zei. Are you aware of her?"
Vague paled slightly and let a small curse of irritance fall from his lips. The satyr took note. "Ah, I see our sources are one and same."
"Vague.." Hal whispered curiously.

"Normally, I'd attack and slay you anyways, as you have affiliated with night elves, our sworn foes, and we're not exactly very well-receiving of most regardless. However, if your words are true, you may prove to be a useful ally. If you come with me, I will discuss this further with you. Or you can stay here; but then I'd advise you to leave or face assault. It is up to you."
Vague paused. Hal whispered again. "I'd go with it. He seems trustworthy enough. He doesn't show any of those snakelike qualities a liar does."
"I'd agree." Bronnys whispered without turning. "But then, my opinion doesn't matter."
Vague rose his voice again. "Before I consider your request, I wish to know your name. I am Vague."
"I am Jardon Waterstar-Rootwood." He pronounced his name very carefully, as if it had some importance. "But my name should have no impact on your decision."
"No, but I wasn't going to go with someone who remained nameless."
One of the satyr suddenly turned towards Jardon. "Master, we should not be allying ourselves with someone who has slain our number! He and his weak warlock companion are weak and pitiful and should be killed and-" the satyr was cut off when Jardon backhanded him, knocking him to the ground and leaving three deep groves in his chest from the cat claws Jardon wore.
"Tight ship." Vague murmured.

"No, I just hate run-on sentences." Jardon responded sarcastically. "Even if we are bestial creatures now, we should not be forgetting our proper beginnings." He glared at the satyr who was rising, holding his chest. All argument had fled from him; he apparently remembered his place and stumbled back into his position in the line. "So what say you?"
"Hal?" Vague murmured, turning to her. Hal was genuinely surprised to hear herself addressed, as she had been all but ignored up to now.

"I'm very, very curious, and you're going to have to explain much of this to me, but I think you should do it. An enemy of the Dark Sect and a potential ally combined is a good thing." Hal whispered.

"Er.. Satyr.." Vague muttered for a moment, gulping. "They're not exactly good people."
"And everyone here on your side but you is a demon." She reminded him softly.

Vague exhaled and turned back to Jardon. "I'll go with you." Jardon smiled

"Good! Pack your things, then." Vague looked at the others for a moment and gestured. Char and Bronnys quickly tore down the camp and packed it up, moving behind Vague as he looked towards Jardon.
"Come. Split up, you rootworms, and escort them. I will lead." He looked at the satyr who had disobeyed. He turned and moved through the brush. The satyrs divided into two, leaving a path wide enough for the five to follow in single file. Bronnys stepped forward first, followed by Jhaama, who sniffed and snarled at the satyr. Vague quickly followed after, side by side with Hal, and Char followed up.

The satyr moved alongside them, surrounding them. Vague tensed slightly. Jardon called back over his shoulder. "Hope you have a bit of stamina, warlocks. We're in for a walk."

The satyr and Vague's troop walked in silence for a few minutes, traveling over paths in the rain Vague couldn't even see, let alone make out through brush and plant life. The silence droned over them, and eventually he rose his voice again. "So Zei came to you and told you she wanted you to kill me off?"
"Something like that, yes." Jardon responded simply. "She was rather disgusted and seemed quite appalled she had to even be in our presence, as if we were lesser beings. It was very tempting to slay her for her foolishness on the spot." He shrugged. "But she had valuable information and wanted nothing further then giving it to us. Of course, with her double play with you as well, it seems she instead wanted -you- to kill -us.-"

The satyr paused for a moment in sentence and thought, but continued walking without stopping, using his scythe to push aside brush that was in his way. He never destroyed or cut through a brush. The other satyr, however, shoved their way through the brush; while not actively attacking the plant life they showed total disdain for it, a contrast to Jardon's almost respectful manner of walking.

"Interesting indeed. Had you showed up too late to stop us or had you not finished the battle so quickly, the battle would have been joined and not paused and our meeting would have been one of violence, not conversation. Many of us would lay dead now if you had chosen to attack. Commendable.. And incredibly lucky." Jardon chuckled to himself.

Bronnys muttered to herself. "Just plain stupid if you ask me."
"Shut up, Succubitch." Hal muttered.

Vague groaned softly as Jardon tilted his head to the side, not quite looking at them from the corner of his eyes. The satyr smirked slightly but said nothing.

Vague rose his hand and rubbed his wet hair, starting to get cold from the rain. He didn't want to complain of it, for he -was- wearing robes, but even the robes were starting to soak and itch. It was bothering him somewhat. He rolled his shoulders and noticed that they were starting to walk in small sand patches. He could hear the river. "How far is it? Are we headed to the shore?"

"Not quite. Other direction." Jardon replied.

"What?" Vague asked in a somewhat confused tone.

"We're heading inwards, towards the mountains. We will be camping on this side of the river, not far from the furbolg camps, and cross it tomorrow. It's a short walk from there to our hideaway." Jardon fell quiet and resumed his moving through the brush.

Hal leaned in towards Vague as they walked, whispering. "What are satyr? They smell vaguely like night elves."
"That's because they used to be." Vague murmured in response. "They're corrupted night elves. Way back when, ten thousand years ago or so, a night elf let himself be corrupted by a demon for power or something like that. He could turn others into those like himself if they let him; and eventually the satyr became a species." He paused, a few of the satyr staring at him.

In the rain with their dark eyes and bestial figures they looked like monsters from the woods. Staring at him only made the monstrous qualities stand out more, and he quickened to look back at Hal. "The Naga are also corrupted night elves.. Except they were highborne, the first high elves, who were sunk with the queen of the highborne in the ocean depths. Over the years they.. Kind of mutated, I guess." He shrugged.

"How do you know so much?" Hal queried.

"I'm a mage. I read books. Lots of them. You'd be surprised how much gets written down over the years. Doesn't mean all of it is right, but.." Vague shrugged.