Blood. That's what covered Vraels' body after his clash with a group of nomads. Starvation and dehydration was what was plaguing him now. It was his second week crossing the desert and his energy was faltering. His golden jacket had been discarded long ago and the remnants of his crimson tunic was nothing but rags. Edoc'sil was slung across his shoulder and back unceremoniously while his skin was burned a dark red from the scorching sun. Vrael kept his head low as he trudged on through the scorching dunes. Reaching the top of a dune he looked forward for the first time in many days. Spread before him was one last dune, and beyond that a forest. He could see smoke rising from the forest as well as hear shouts and metal clashing already. Slowing his pace slightly he moved down the dune and into the shade of the trees. Smoke filled the air as blood lay upon the ground like morning few. Bodies were strewn across the ground struck down in what appeared to be a violent bloody battle. Shaking his head he continued to advance through the woods at a steady pace. After a few hours of walking he stopped as heard a twig crack. Slowly he crouched reaching upward for Edoc'sil as he heard branches breaking to his right. With a shout he had his golden blade in his hands spinning in a arc. Edoc'sil stopped so suddenly it jarred Vraels shoulder. In front of him with her sword braced against his stood a severely battered Woflia. "What are you doing here Wolfia?! I could've taken your head off!" Shouted the annoyed half elf. The girl in front of him rolled her eyes saying "As if you were that good boy. And as for what I'm doing here I'm guessing the same as you."
Shaking his head he let Edoc'sil hang low in his grip before saying "Have you seen Willis or the others? Is Servitium alright?" Wolfias eyes hardened and she turned away from him saying "Let's go boy. I have a camp not to far from here where we can get some rest." With that his fellow half elf walked off into the brush from-wince she came. Sighing he walked after her keeping alert for any sign of danger as he went. The camp was simple in the extreme. It had a simple canvas shelter off to one side with a pit for a fire in the middle. Extending his mind out Vrael could feel the thrum of the multitude of spells protecting this simple site. Looking at the woman before him Vrael said softly "Wolfia. How did Servitium fall?" The elf shot to her feet and punched him in the nose, before sinking back to her former position by the fire pit. "She fell in a ambush. We were resting for the night when a group of slavers ambushed us." Vrael dropped his head as the tears came once more. In a hoarse voice he said "Terrorith never stood a chance. We were flying towards the heart of the mountain when I saw something flash on the ground by a lake. As we landed I dismounted and had walked a short distance when I felt his pain. I turned around and a monster held his throat in it's mouth. I watched him die." With that Vrael let his head drop. Turning his back to her he walked to the edge of the campsite and laid down beside a tall tree.