Sion Fereir - Journey in a New World

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Journal Entry Nineteen
"Dawnstar, Death"

I went into Vehl, seeking prices for curative potions, only to notice the bustle of activity near the Rofireinite temple. I became curious, as the temple was mentioned in that conversation I listened to out in the fields of Hempstead. It was raining, so my attempts to listen in were fruitless, but I did get a peek at a woman garbed in red robes, and the guards on either side of the door. I waited, and tried to hear again after the rain stopped. I heard the words "Dawnstar" and "death", said in grievous tones. Dawnstar was that lady out n that field that day... such a terrible fate for one so fair, but I knew little of what happened. I would content myself with secondhand information, as further attempts to hear were futile. Interesting things happen while you gone...

~Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty
"The Traitor is Dead"

I suppose I forgot to write down that I was to be "converted" to Az'atta, or take an oath to her. I am very... wary of gods and their dealings, but it was a condition I needed to fulfill so that Galathea would not slay me where I stood. Marcus, an Az'attan priest, and also Jilsponie's husband. It has yet to happen, and It might not.

Marcus was killed by a hooded figure after Sharyn answered the door to her house. The weapon used was a poisoned dagger. Poison, from what I understand of the female priesthood, is a prominent "domain". The figure shouted a phrase in Dark Elvish, which was brought to me to translate. What was written down was a crude representation, based on common dialect and phonetically written. It took some time, but I made it out nonetheless. It read, "The Traitor is dead. you are not even worth to kill."

With this said, "the traitor" is possibly referencing Az'atta. It was said in Dark Elvish, to a Priest of Az'atta. Maybe Marcus wasn't worth killing because the goddess Az'atta had been killed, or how ever gods fade from existence? With his god dead, he would lose his abilities and the like. I am worried now of things to come. Issues among the gods often means ill omen.

As for my training as a ranger, I have mostly grasped the concept of "animal" speech. I understand the alarmed chattering and the soft murmuring of the critters of the woods. Most of my training is complete, though there are a few things that I could brush up on with those already experienced and well on there way on the path of a ranger.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty One
"A change in thought"

With my last bits of training with M'lady Jilsponie, I have finally taken my first few steps on the path of a ranger. With that done, I would be able to successfully survive the woodlands with ease.

as with my travels, They are rather filled with mishap and misfortune. My prey is generally of the goblin-kind, but I find that when I have been studying them and all of their movements, and how they act and think, I should have been studying something of more importance. Elves and Humans. I do this not with malicious intent, but out of caution. My recent encounter with elves went awry. I just stopped to talk with Tod, but it seems that everyone accuses another for being a Dark Elf. He immediately claimed that I was a Dark Elf, having not seen my face or skin. Soon, the mans "Cohort" appeared, and there was even the offer to have me killed out right. I played along with my bluff, as they shouldn't have been able to tell from my appearance, but they continued anyways. Tod some how drove them off I imagine, as they left in a hurry.

It is much to my displeasure that I would have to bother with such a trifling matter, But it starts immediately. From now on, anyone other than those few that I know is an enemy, and those I say I trust are even more dangerous. Life only gets harder. I must say that from here on, those with pure hearts driven by blinding zeal and those dark souls filled with malice are both equally my enemy, for where one would smite me for who I am, the other would would simply kill for killing's sake. I find the chaotic wilderness needing some form of law, and the lawful cities to be simplified.

Survival first... To survive is to be neutral.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Two
"Hunt"

I continue to hunt kobolds, goblins and bugbears, keeping the places scoured at times. I have set up two small shops to earn a bit to support my tailoring, even met some people I haven't seen in a long time. It  seemed so.. natural... putting up that facade of coolness, and not being wary all of the time. I had others convinced that I suspected nothing of them, or that I work for the "good" of things. Tristian In'darsus, Ayana's relative, seemed convinced enough.... Such a large family. Ayana is also getting married.... this will be the second wedding I miss, but now, I really don't care much anymore. cougar hunting, salt and silk gathering. I seem to be in a routine.

I saw Keppli, again. the odd little halfling always seems to get into trouble. of course, wizards, do not help. A man I met by the name of Lesarus, comes about, dragging all sorts of damnation with him. And dieing twice does not help my mood. First was the horde of ogres that swept over me, then there was the wizard himself. I would have had him, but that bloody wolf kept hitting me good. The wizard was as good as dead. next time, I would strike from the shadows, unseen. He made this a personal vendetta, and he would pay, twofold...

Marcus would have a griffin if he was reading this...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Three
"Adopted"

It is odd. Marcus told me I was basically an adopted child to him. Him and M'lady Jilsponie dragged me under their wing, so to speak. Marcus brought me deep into the Hammerbound peaks, and we recovered the Oil of Vukas. The woman wanting it paid handsomely, and the experiencing was exhilarating, but the whole premise of this just seemed... wrong. I could never have a family. never. For one, to call one family is almost like naming ones enemies. For another, I could never have children. Others of my race are non-existent on the surface, and ever since the changes caused by the gods, there was no inter-breeding between races. I find it horribly strange. I wonder how this will end...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Four
"Kindred"

It has been bothering me... I meet one of my kind upon the surface, near Hlint... He possessed the keen arrogance of that common to the Deep, but more subtle. He seemed to be a skilled rogue, hiding in plain sight, with the threatening demeanor of a mad-man with a purpose. He offered coin for information on a man, a Paladin, named Aeronn. I didn't recognize the name, but the coin would be of good use. just as I was going to attempt getting information out of him, and feed him a lie for the coin, Something happened... I found my self in the middle of the fields by the rest area, and everyone was gone... It eats at my conscious. I know that Ayana's uncle,The Shining Hand of Toran, had been captured, and I couldn't help but to feel that the two are related... I promised her I would help, should I find out any information about him. I can't say I like the Idea of even working with Toranites, but It is for a person whom I trust, one of the very few. Maybe meeting this man, even helping him might get my name cleared with the church, and possibly give me some freedom in my travels to pass through the cities usually barred to me. I don't like the Idea of this, and it rubs against my "moral" fibers, but I am going to do it... Regardless. I can't believe I'm doing this...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Five
"Aeronn and the Shining Hand"

I have meet Aeronn, and gathered a bit of information on the situation. We found a room in the Wild Surge Inn to discuss matters in private, and there was the decision that after Quantum is found, I will be on trial in the Rofireinite Temple. After our short exchange, the man wished to escort me to Vehl, and even made a few comments I construe as rude. I will not be compared to my kin. as for the escort... It ended shortly after it began with a short scuffle. Magic does come in handy, but is my last resort. I loath using my innate ability of darkness... I followed him after I escaped, to make sure he retold things correctly. I imagine the birds dropping notes in his lap where a bit humiliating for him, but nonetheless, I would make sure things will go right. I listened in a bit, and left after satisfied with my work. I would establish contact with Ayana, to gather any information about the occurrences, and to set my schedule. I owed it to Ayana, though the very thought of helping a Toranite, even a Rofirenite, makes me cringe. It looks like a long, grueling road ahead of me, but one I shall endure. I think I might wait before turning myself in though... I never said When after we located Quantum.

I'm not religious.... But may Az'atta have mercy on my soul.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Six
"Search for the Shining Hand"

*the passage is written by a tired hand, and it is noted that he recalls the event in first person*

I was able to contact Ayana, and I received information about Quantum and a search party forming in Haven. Ayana and I arrived first, waiting for the others. Tod showed up as well, so I figured I had some allies, until That Toranite, Lance is his name, showed up. I stayed hidden after that, but it went downhill as Tod began listing potential helpers, with my name in the mix. I never knew I had the whole clergy after me... I stayed back as more and more Paladins arrived. I was a cat in the dog house at that point. Next time, I should get details before I enlist my help. I followed the group out into a cavern below ground. I stayed a ways back while the group cleared the path and did their own bickering. I looked around for clues and hints... dragging marks on the ground, odd markings giving hints that there was a armored man dragged through. Instead, I felt tiny vibrations underground... It was like the Deep again... You always had to be wary.

Upon further travel, I could feel the vibrations more and more... watching the dirt on the ground raise and fall with the rumble was alarming. I couldn't quite place my finger on what it was... Just before we hit the next level, I had a impending sense of danger raise trough my mind... Something was coming... underground. I waved Tod down from a distance, to ask if he noticed. He said he did, but not much else. as we continued, we began countering undead. It was good for me though, because the battle kept the large party from noticing me, though I think one man knew of my presence, besides Tod and Ayana.

Not much sooner after the battle, did a large worm burst forth from the ground. The terrifying sight kept me where I was. I recognized the trembling... It was these Worms. I was fully alert now.

I inspected the hole, sure to steer clear of the party, and could feel more vibrations. There were more. As the vibrating got stronger, I ended up doing something incredibly stupid, Or rather, it would have been, had Ayana, Tod, and a few select others not been there. I aborted my concealment, yelling for the group to keep their guard up, as more were coming. As if they knew I was giving away their secret, a Worm or two burst from the ground in the middle of the group.

After the skirmish, many faces recognized me as Tod called out for me. I swear his is trying to kill me, but that will be addressed later. The man Lance and some others wished to speak with me once the search was over, but I can't say I want to talk to several Toranites face to face... I attempted to conceal myself again. I watched and listen much exchanging of words between a vampire and the party leaders. Every thing happened so fast that I barely remember any of it.

However, I do remember jumping over a trap with abandon to warn the group again of the coming worms. I got electrocuted twice in a few moments then, but survived to to tell the group. After another skirmish, we continued on.

It was later that I would recognize the worms. We encountered a large group of undead misted in fog, and as soon as we were ready to pull back, Worms in the dozens came forth from below. They attacked the Undead, ignoring us, and after they calmed down after eating the vampires, they attacked us. It was the crushing jaws on those things that jolted my memory. I heard of them in many tales when I was a child. The Dark Elvish name was "Deep Purple". They had an unsavory taste for Undead, although they would eat anything they saw. I had witnessed my first legend. I never believed such beasts, even being wary of the Deep as I already am. They surfaced each time we encountered undead, but attacked us because we already killed off the undead at. After that battle though, I felt no more vibrating... They left.. Or we killed them off as well.

That vampire kept showing up, and kept warning us, or taunting... we eventually got the location of Quantum, but I wasn't sure if it was true or not...

Deeper in the crypt we went, and I was mulling over the thought of trying to get ones attention... The last bite that I took from one of them phased me, but not the thought. If we could get them to follow us, or direct their attention, we could us them to kill that vampire for us. Coming up with nothing, I pressed on, as I kept looking for details.

I apparently died, cause no sooner did I wake up shivering with a few bloody arrows in my chest, amongst the others... They apparently knew I was a Dark Elf now... So much for cover. I found it odd that I wasn't killed by the.. I don't know.. thirteen odd clerics and paladins present? I shrugged off my doubt, and stuck close to Tod or Ayana... mostly with Tod. Ayana lost her brother, Tristen, and was filled with a rage I had not witnessed in her before. I shudder to think of what would happen if I stood between her and that vampire woman. I attempted to calm her, but that was something her family would have to help with... I am not much help in such matters... Truthfully, If any of my "family" died, I really wouldn't care, but I might say something different about those I know...

We reached the next level, The impending doom was overwhelming. that large pit in the center worried me... the whispers and the moaning... We reached the other side, and the final clash against the vampire began. It ended after she died, but not as well expected. Most all of the party was dead, and some being chased by what seemed an incarnation of Death itself. I watched hopelessly, as he gave warning to those who watched to leave.I then charged in to divert his attention... I should remember from now on, that Death is also quick... I awoke by the Hlint bindstone, and quickly used it to go back to the crypts. Bodies of the party member burned on the alter. I took a quick glance to the side to see the Toranite I know as Daniella. I still found it odd that she never tried to kill me... On the other hand, it was odd that some force of magic raised the party... all were alive, if not paled by their recent death... The Death, repeating him self, told us to leave, or to die. I awoke in Wayfare, far from the crypts not long after... It was disorienting...

I just hope all of this ends well... And I hope I get a pardon of some sort, because those paladins seem to be everywhere...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Seven
"Turning In"

I am going to regret this more than likely... Encountering that woman Daniella is never easy. I got away, but that Rofireinite could keep pace, even with armor... I stopped, too tired to keep running. Soon after, I managed to talk with out having my head chopped off in the first instant. I reached the point that I could leave. That Daniella woman said If I wanted to prove myself, then I could turn myself in, as she had more pressing matters. I already said after Quantum was found, but they were insistent. I wasn't going to let them take me and have the satisfaction of a "win". It was my self imposed obligation to Ayana and some input from Tod that prodded me to my current situation. I did not want to do this, but If it helps me finish my current job, then I'll do it. I do feel for Tod though. He stepped in to help me, against one he considered a good friend. That seemed to happen to him a lot recently.

As for my decision, I'll just hope the death is quick and I can return to my bindstone. The sooner the better.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Eight
"Learned"

Learned several things today... One, I made an Agreement with Aeronn, and I may freely resume my search. Two, not all goblins need be killed... but Zod will still be watched. Three. Never, ever, follow a lead given to you by a vampire... Bad, bad, mistake...

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Journal Entry Twenty Nine
"Still living"

I write this on the go, and find my self wondering why I am helping these adventurer's... or rather, trying to help. This woman is trying to save her son... infected with Were-blood. Some wizard Managed to keep him in human form. as a result he developed a weapon to eliminate the Alpha. we went on our hunt, and our plans backfired as our ambush turn on us, from what Marcus told me... I was nearly killed by a werewolf in an attempt to communicate. I was certain it wouldn't work, but circumstances prevented me from denying it. Anyways, it seems that the Alpha had been using children to "breed" so to speak, more of his kind. Could this be related to those missing children I have been hearing about?

I would also like to make note to never attempt climbing a wizards tower with the intent to break in... unless I have something capable of shattering thick crystal windows. Besides that, one thing caught my interest. the woman who was leading the party... Alatreial, or something akin to that. She could bend the shadows in such a way, that she would simply disappear from sight. To learn something such as that, oh what an advantage! It puts a bitter taste in my mouth to think that it would be some result of magic. it was too... tangible, too simple, yet so complex to be magic. there was no incantations or manifestation of will required. It just was.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty
"Another Day"

I made my trip to Delanthar again.... It reminded me of that last bout down there... With the were-wolf. I remember the resolve, as the boy lived, as did the Were-wolf... That woman still surprised me with her manipulation of shadows... Even Tod manages it now... It's a wonder. I can't remember much detail, as I was dead most of the time. Last thing I remember of it, I was running from the wolf as soon as I felt that tinge of magic.

There is still no sign of Q. Snagnor, my how long it has been since I've seen him, Miss Elohanna, and I thought the possibility of him being north of Fort of Kings. I didn't find anything, except a trapped door. I'm heading to Mariner's next...

I can't help but to think of how much it would help me to learn to manipulate shadows. I could avoid so many situations. I've tried, with only failure. I wonder...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty One
"Under Siege"

There was a call for heroes and adventurers over in Belinara. I checked it out, and my how dandy things are up there... Armies and castles and Dragons... Everything.. Even Half breed dragons.... How they came to be, I don't know, but I feel either a strong fundamental shift in Layonara, or magic that rivals that of the gods is at work. I bloody hate the stuff...

We had the job of rescuing the Queen of Kuhl. We did so by spiting up into two groups. Stealth, and decoy. We got through the city, and finished the job easy... with some error long the way.

A man named Sallaron took my plan literally, when I said use a distraction to get past the dragon, and know... Well, I feel like a bleeding idiot. I shouldn't have opened my mouth. Once the job was done, one woman, Sasha was her name, Donate 400,000 True to the cause of rebuilding. and then Sala, a woman who offered me a small amount of help every now and  then, Donated 50,000 True. They were asking for us to meet that donation, but I can't even sustain myself on the few thousand true I have! I still need to buy a house to set up a base of operations. That woman is insane... She could hire her own personal army, if she can freely donate that much out of her pocket...

As for the rest of out job, we are now investigators. We need to learn as much of this dragon, Ractrafieroz, as possible, and why there are half breeds. I feel we have much work to do...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Two
"Quantum Hunt"

I continued my search for Q, sticking to the Western coast. My last stop was at Falls Forest. I sneaked into a smuggler's Hide out, looking for any clues. There were many empty rooms in there, and a horde of bandits. Thankfully they like dark places, for any brighter, and I would have been seen. I left for Vehl, to take a break from the hunt. I was still in bad condition from my exploration of the Ire mountains, though I still have a few more ares there to check.

A few days before that, I met Lance Stargazer. That was rather interesting... I never knew those walking, steel, carcasses held reason or emotion. He was curious as to why I was helping, and the discussion went as far as to what would happen when the hunt was over. It was rather foolish, but I have my reasons. Lance suggested that I "admit" to my wrong doings, and accept the aid of the church. I found that funny, but I think I will post that letter for the Toranite church to see once I get the time to do so... Maybe it would stir a few things up. Besides, I will need to get this over and stop running. Better to get the hardships out of the way while I can.

I hear these rumors of severed parts of children ending up around Mistone. To think of the pain it would cause to loved ones... but that is not my concern... And as for Kuhl, I imagine I should gather what ever information I should on the situation. It's good to know those things. Helps you pick a direction to run when things go to hell...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Three
"Quantum Hunt (cont.)"

I learned much from my last search. to exclude the box, I found the rumored cart wagon, were the bodies of hired hands where found, and where a few Toranites suffered ambush to a vampire trap. There was a fourth man, according to the tracks I found, and the man fled the scene. He was setting us up.and he was good. except that he previously bought a pie from Snagnor, and left us a trail to follow, as well as a identifying mark on who our man is.

Upon my recent travels to the Ire mountains, I met Daniella again. I judged by the swift pace the man left his trail at, and direction, that head headed for The Fort of Kings, and sailed all the way to Mistone, making his leave for the Ire mountains. The last piece of Pie confirms it. I came upon Daniella standing at the edge of a cliff, a near regal scene... To bad it was a Toranite standing there. Disgruntlement aside, I discussed recent happenings with her, and even learned of that last mentioned clue. I have been tasked with Finding th ship now, a near impossible task, but I would have to try anyways... Now all that's left to do is capture that man.

I came up with probably the most idiotic plan ever, but to catch the man, I suggested we used pies, like a business, to draw him out. then we could strike, and learn what information we needed. The man made a reference about buying pies from Snagnor, so It would be fitting to have Snagnor up front, selling pies to the masses. it would be a sure fire way to find him, and capture him, provided he is stupid enough. I plan on sending a copy  of this page to Snagnor, so that he may hear the story. I hope this works...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Four[/SIZE]"Time on the Surface"

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Oclar 24, 1435.

That was the about the day of my emergence. It has been around three years, And I have managed to see so much in such a short time. That would make me about 114. Still young by my standards, and hardened by indifference. I would have never imagined that my self exile would do so much to me, let alone put me on the surface. Though I find it oddly comforting to be around surfacers. Before Now, I would have thought them inferior, not worthy of recognition, but they still prove industrious, and strong, If not a little too hasty in judgment. Although I enjoy the few I do call friend, I have no want to be around any others. They assume the worst, not knowing what they are dealing with. I'm no scout for those foul raiding parties, or a slaver. I am simply an Elf looking to minimize my contact, and avoid my Kindred. I left so that I may survive. My indifference to many things would be acceptable, but my inability to kill for pleasure would raise suspicion, if not contempt. I don't take pleasure in killing, but survival means life, something I do enjoy...

My only concern upon my arrival was survival, but now, I have a bond to those I trust with my life, and it extends beyond simple instinct. I would willing protect those I call friend, though I find that to be the extent of it. Anything more would be pointless risk.

~ Sion

*there are some small maps drawn, showing his progress of travel across the world, marking points of interest, and safe routes of travel, even the location of a few resources.*

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Journal Entry Thirty Five[/SIZE]"Az'atta's Shelter"

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I finally reached the Az'attan Temple, though it was more of a makeshift shelter. It was an enlightening experience for me... I finally spat in the face of Ca'duz, at least metaphorically. But I was not about to give up my freedom from devotion. I dare not think what would happen should I follow the path of a self-righteous priest. there was a woman there, a dark elf. Her face spoke of the trails she had gone through, to earn the trust among those of the surface. As far as I'm concerned, it's my trust that needs to be earned.

I can't remember the last time I had taken off my hood. Three years, spent under the shadow of a hood. While I was around Dregar, M'lady Jilsponie showed me the safe routes to pass through. I even gathered many hides for cougar bags, and leather armors. I managed my way back to leringard, and continued some of my gathering. Tod was gathering Aloe a well, so it would be hard.

Afterwords, I came across Daniella, Tod, Keppli, and another man. I inquired for more information for the search, but it turns out that the agreement I had came to with the paladin and her ilk was broken. I furious, but not much can be done about it. I sent a letter off to Ayana. I asked her whether or not she wished me to continue my search, regardless of what the Toranites decided. It was her family, not theirs.

The whole issue was foolishness. I never asked for acceptance, just to be left alone. I am but a single elf, not capable of much, with everyone frightened. to think them to be scared of me is not wholly stupid, but the ones who fear me can easily dispose of me. why they haven't I'm not sure, but irrational responses drive many of these people. now I just wait...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Six[/SIZE]"New learning"

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Today was rather eventful. I encountered the magic of Milara. Apparently, he is another of my kind, especially notable was the trademark arrogance that seems to come with all of us. He seeks one called "The Slavemaster". whether it is a title of sorts, or simply a occupation, I know not.

I have yet to receive a reply from Ayana. I imagine that I will have to go into the courts soon, as the search for Q seems pointless now.

I also plan to speak with Tod. His ability to fade away intrigues me. He might be able to point me in the right direction for learning....

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Seven[/SIZE]"Bodak Teeth"

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My gathering continues. I have the strenuous challenge of getting Bodak teeth, and with some luck, I can get a cleric to assist me on regular trips... at least the box of Malachite is over with...

A man named Aerimor.. I think that's right... began a philosophical debate, courtesy of my heritage. that aside, he mentioned an interest in hearing my side of the story, though I doubt it is his only intention... M'lady Sala stood in my defense, but it was rather unnecessary.

Aside from that, I heard of something happening to Tod. I just talked to him recently about Shadow dancing. I asked him to teach me, and he simply pointed at a woman called Latriel. The woman with the child Zain, I recall. Not much to mention. I have heard rumors of another search for Q, and the possible suggestion of a Lich from Sala. I'm not looking forward to it...

Which reminds me. Tod has been acting funny around me recently. He was questioning my intentions in the search with Q. I can't blame him, and quite frankly, I take it with a grain of salt. There is no point in mulling over it, because I know it would happen, and considering that I have been living in several makeshift shelters made of branches for the past three years, I can't say it would improve my mood...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Eight[/SIZE]"Thy Quantum come"

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The inside of buildings never felt so foreign. I am in the Rofirenite Temple now, waiting for my judgment to come. While I feel apprehensive about it, There is a small measure of peace, knowing that after this is over, I can finally be left alone.

I followed the group that started their new search for Quantum. I was told not to come, but I followed in stealth as I did before. I even got to the dungeon before the group did, taking a look about. I saw him twice. His ghostly image traversing deep in the halls. I ran ahead of the group and stumbled across him. He kept fading in and out of appearance. It was perturbing that no one else seemed to notice. I might not have noticed whether they reacted or not. There was another door, splashed in light. It opened on it's own accord, and I dived in afterwords.

It lead me to Quantum's cell. I unlocked it, and even got the group to come into the cell to help. Ayana would be worried. The torture he endured, both physical and mental, would break any man. I've only seen such torture as that of my homeland.

Though his actions seemed like those of another. he referred to himself in the third person, and was in a locked cell, even though I saw him actively walking on the above floor. I have my doubts, but I haven't seen first hand what he has endured.

I also kept my word. It's what separates me from my foul kin, but also seems like a hollow joke. Who ever heard of an honest Dark Elf? I even ridicule my self for it. That puts me here where I am... In this cold, unnatural building, though after a few days, I realize that I must have smelled like gods-know-what. I Even took the time to look at my reflection in the pool of water in the fountain. That jagged scar running down my face, stark white, and the haggard appearance of a filthy goblin and tangled hair, darkened with the dirt of many roads. I barely recognized myself, save that lone token of revenge left upon my face from many years ago.

Besides that, I have packed my things away into their respective bags. They will find a small stock of poison should they search. I use them for hunting things larger than I am, but it won't be seen as such. Even then, I have no time to bother hiding them. besides, there is no point in doing so. Best leave with no shadows on my back, lest they find another reason to hunt me down.

It's been a long time since I last slept in an enclosed room....

~ Sion