"Morning. Calling it good may be prove to be in blind hopes," Rieka replies to Xo. "Personally, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed right now. From what I gather, this stranger here had a vision which somehow means we have to go to Castle Aminour by the sixth of November. And Aaron believes one of us to be the rightful queen. Probably either me or Sheerow seeing as we're the only girls in the group." 

"I..I don't know the way from here to Las Aminour," she continues, placing her hand on the bridge of her nose. "When I was kick - I mean, when I left this place I wandered without direction. I followed no real road, and it was only by luck that a group of Selune's followers found me. I can't be our guide."

You don’t need to return to Las Aminour, did you not forget that Aaron made clones of you? You are in Las Aminour.”

Rieka sighs. "Thank goodness. I hope my clone is having a better time there than I am here."

"I knew that Aaron was up to no good." Akyan growls, "How are we supposed to contact our clones anyway?"

"No idea," Rieka moans. "Let's try and face on problem at a time. Why does Aaron think one of us is the rightful queen?" 

"I don't know about you guys, but I've been getting," Sheerow puts her hands up with some effort, making air-quotes, " 'visions' of things I've never seen before. Chests, werewolves, a goblin child... thing..." She sighs. "I can only assume it's coming from my clone---Aaron did say we would get flashbacks. Maybe we can try to use that to our advantage?"

(Idk about you guys, but I'm getting really confused on what happens where lol)

(same)

"Werewolves?" Rieka stiffens. "We were attacked by werewolves?" A look of fear flashes across her face, before quickly vanishing.

"Whatever," she shakes her head. "You're right, we could use this to our advantage."

(I think i have it strait, but i'm not sure what we are supposed to do on this thread now.)

"That's right," Akyan mutters, "I just hope they receive something of this soon." He looks really annoyed right now. He isn't sure what he should be doing, and he hates feeling like a sitting duck.

(tell you what, I figure we should just do what we think our characters would do. Travelling might be an idea. If not to Las Aminour then maybe back to New Mibeji?)

Rieka goes quiet for a moment. A flash of a memory comes to her mind - the image of a city, accompanied with the feeling of loneliness, the feeling of being cut off from her power, from her connection to her goddess. She shivers, placing her hand to her forehead. 

"Something is very wrong in Las Aminour," she mutters darkly. "But I can't help my clone. Not here, anyway. Y'know what? Knowledge is power, Thalinel taught me that. I think we should try to find out all we can about Aaron on our own here. Well not here in this town, but maybe elsewhere. We can travel places and mention his name. See what we can find."

(That sounds good.)

"Are you okay Reika? Do you feel that you have a fever coming on or something?" Sheerow frets as Reika puts her hand to her forehead. She looks up at her, turning her full attention to her words. "That actually makes a lot of sense. I have a lot of fun when I travel with Akayan, so I'd love to travel with the rest of you. Plus, investigating Aaron more sounds like a great idea, our clones are gonna need all the help and information they can get."

Akyan suddenly realizes something, "That blasted mage! Fane is still in Mibeji! Gah! It's a good thing he's trained not to let anyone ride him unless I say it's ok. Hopefully he stay's near there. If not he's going to start backtracking our last path." He starts rubbing his temples, "How far from New Mibeji are we? I know it sounds silly, but i really don't want to lose that horse. I'm not overly worried about him. We can make stops along the way, but I don't want to waste to much time. Depending on how far away it is, and if there are any stops you have in mind, we may want to get ourselves mounts anyways. It will make the journey a lot faster. If Aaron really has been around for as long as he says, there are probably books about him. Do any of you know anywhere with a large library?"

Rieka brushes away Sheerow's worried words. "I'm fine, it's just my clone. I think she sustained a head injury of sorts."

She takes a moment to listen to both Sheerow and Akyan's words before nodding, a ghost of a smile on her lips as Sheerow mentions that she would enjoy travelling with her. 

"A library? Well, there certainly isn't one here," she replies to Akyan. "Most people here are illiterate, I'm afraid. But we can hire mounts here, I know of a stable that loans them out."

Her eyes go dark for a moment as she realises something. "Oh, actually, that's like, all the way over to the other side of town, opposite the..the blacksmith. Maybe we should just walk." 

(Hey is Malikily still with us? I haven't heard from him in a while)

"Well let's just hope their horses are worth the money." Akyan grumbles. He hate's getting horses from random stables.

He looks at Rieka when her voice trails off, "...Sure, lead the way then."

(I'm not sure. I think I remember him saying he wasn't going to be on for a while, but that was a long time ago.)

Knowing his own backstory is very basic and boring, Xo is fine with participating in whatever the rest of the party feels like doing, assuming it involves danger. "That sounds good to me."

Suddenly, the door bashes down and Arkeim disappears. Footsteps pound in, and a man with a crossbow aims at Xo. “I came here for someone else, but I’ll take you with me, lycanthrope!”

He turns his head toward the man slowly, trying to appear meaner and more agressive as he does. "I know not who this 'Xo' is," Xo lies with an unfriendly voice. He positions his sheild arm defencively as he says, "and what on Earth is a Lycanthrope? I am not the one you are looking for," Xo tells him, probably unconvincingly.

Intimidation: 18

Deception: 17

“You can’t deceive me, Xo of New Mibeji. The president brought you to Las Aminour to protect us, but then you TORE MY ARM OFF!!! That night I swore that I would kill every single monstrosity this world has heard of.” The man says. “I bet you don’t even KNOW MY NAME!!!”

Sheerow watches this exchange with wide eyes, reaching for her brooch and loading it, making no attempt to hide it. I'm going to have to re-coat these after this, she thinks, saving this information for later use. She processes what the man says for a few seconds afterwards, and making the most menacing expression a baby-faced fairy like her could make, she replies, "I know who you are." As she waits for a reaction, a change in facial expression, anything, she can feel the sharp pang of anxiety run through her soul. She inhales, hoping that she can sell this bluff, and continues. "You hunt monstrosities and monsters, right? I've heard of your... valiant vampire and werewolf... slaying deeds." She moves closer, narrowing her eyes and leaning into his personal space a little. "They call you..." She looks around the room quickly, her eyes landing on the bedside lamp. "Lightmoon. You hunt those that kill in the moonlight, and bring them to the light." She takes a step back, grateful for her skill for following trains of thought with ease and wringing her brain dry at a moment's notice---a skill built up from years of anxiety. "Honorable work, sure, but I can assure you that Xo isn't a lycanthrope." Her mind goes to her clone, realizing that there might be a connection to her experiences in Las Aminour. "So I'd put that crossbow down if I were you, Lightmoon, before this gets messy."

Akyan crosses his arms and gives the newcomer a flat look. "I don't care who you are. Xo here hasn't set foot in Los Aminour, and I can assure you he is no lycan." He almost continues but Sheerow cuts him off, causing his gaze to shift to her. Does she really know this guy? Or is she just messing with him....

Grateful for Sheerow and Akyan coming to his aid, Xo puts away his 'mad' face, and replaces it with one of pondering. Sheerow's story confuses him a bit, but he does not feel like asking. "No, I do not know your name. Honestly, I am surprised you know my own," Xo says to the man, unsure whether or not Sheerow was being serious about his name being Lightmoon. He figures the man is kinda dumb for threatening him with a crossbow nearly within melee range. "I seriously am no more than mere Tortle, however; not that you will believe me."