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Yaaaay! :wub: :wub: :wub: :wub: :wub: Since it's already morning in the RP, just assume that Nawen is already gone.

Nawen had separated herself from the rest of the group and spent some time walking around the inn aimlessly. When she returned to where her friends were she noticed that they've started retiring for the night. The drow decided to do the same, but before going and try to get some rest again, she went to check up on the horses. As she approached Kiira's stall she noticed a pouch of supplies. "That was fast." She thought as she picked up the pouch and examined its contents. After reading the note, Nawen smiled a little and went to attach the pouch to her horse's saddle. While walking around the inn, she considered whether to stay for a little longer to say goodbyes but decided against it. If she did she might not want to leave at all, and she had to. She wouldn't forgive herself if the danger turned out to be real and she did nothing instead of investigating. No. She had to leave while it wasn't too difficult.

After Rhaine left, Nawen stood by the road watching the horizon quietly before turning towards the inn. She noticed that her companions played a game of sorts and stopped nearby to see what they were playing exactly, her wolf companion, Rhegar joined her and watched the rest of the group curiously while sitting by Nawen's feet.

Nawen was relieved to hear that Rhaine agreed with her plan. It was much more difficult to leave the group than she imagined, the very idea was upsetting but it is something she had to do. For her friends' sake as well as her own. "Yes, I'm planning to leave early," she said. Then Rhaine told her about wanting to give her something she smiled a little. "Thank you, I hope I will not have to use any of the items, but it is better to be prepared," the drow said, "I also hope you'll have enough for yourselves left, because if not... I know how to get by."

Nawen listened to what Rhaine had to say. For a moment it seemed that the doomguide had nothing to ask, but then she did and it was not an easy question to answer. "For the moment, all I have is mere suspicions," she said but then paused. She did not want to pointlessly worry Rhaine, but sadly Nawen wasn't very good with words nor was she a good liar. "There is a small possibility that someone were following us before we came here," the drow said, "perhaps they followed Shalena and not anyone currently in the group, but I want to make sure just in case." "It is better if I did this by myself," she added, "whoever is or were following us were stealthy, but I don't think they know I noticed them following us, and I'd rather learn more about them than rush headlong into what could turn out to be an ambush. That's why I need to do this alone."

Nawen sighed, feeling unsure how to word it properly without worrying Rhaine. It wasn't a casual conversation they're about to have after all. "I promised to see this journey with you until the end," she finally said, "and I'm not taking my words back, but I fear I need to leave the group for a while." Nawen knew that she couldn't leave it like this, and that Rhaine might expect some answers and even if she didn't, the ranger felt that she owed one regardless. "It is nothing important, so there is no need to worry, but I can't leave it be either. I will join you again later, it shouldn't be difficult to track a group like ours."

Nawen, just like several of her companions did, chose the barn loft. Even if she did enjoy sleeping in beds, the drow was used to sleeping in various conditions. Some far worse than a pile of hay. She spent most of the evening by herself outside, wandering outside. When she finally retired for the night, Nawen found herself unable to sleep and thus spend most of the night staring at the ceiling and failing to get some rest. After what seemed like several hours, she was still awake and decided to ditch the efforts getting some rest and went outside instead. The night air felt so refreshing and at first she thought to take a walk but then noticed Rhaine standing by the road and walked up to her. "Rhaine?" She spoke as she approached the doomguide. "Can we talk?" She asked. "I need to talk to you about something and it's important."

Nawen was relieved once they've reached the inn. While her friends dismounted and went inside, the drow stayed behind and glanced at the direction from which they came from. She was not expecting to see Shalena, not after her outburst, no, she was searching the horizon for something else. For a couple of minutes she stared into the distance intently before dismounting Kiira and heading into the inn after her friends.

I've been thinking a lot about this, and I have decided that I'm going to take a temporary break from Tales of Faerun, due to the decreasing interest as well as the fact that I can't come up with anything to post. I don't want to keep you guys waiting on me when I simply don't know what to post, so a temporary break sounds like the best solution at the moment. Also, since there's no good reason for my characters to leave and go on their own adventures and whatnot (especially Nawen) just assume that my characters are still traveling with the group. I also give my permission to Auri to use Nawen and Shalena whenever she'd deem their involvement needed.

After hearing Rameses' inquiry, Shalena glanced at the genasi. "We keep the beasts in the cargo hold," the piratess said, "so... no. You won't have to leave your horse behind. It could also work as a good way to punish crew members if they disobey." She chuckled to herself and went to order some breakfast.

Shalena's face lit up at the mention of her ship. "Well it's about time," she said as she glanced at the map, "me and my crew missed traveling by the sea." The piratess listened to Rhaine describing the route and watched the said route on the map. However, as soon as their newest companion, Coldwell spoke up, she couldn't help but chuckle. "The only somewhat concerning trouble that awaits us in those waters are Thayvian ships, but I have confidence in my ship, and I doubt they'd pay much attention to yet another pirate ship, since pirates are far from uncommon in these parts." The piratess frowned visibly at the voiced complaints about sea travel. "Be thankful you don't have to row a boat across the sea," she said, "I've spent half of my life in the sea and I don't complain nearly as much about traveling by land." As surprising as it was, the piratess sounded genuinely offended. Nawen stared at the map and listened to the conversation, but didn't say anything. And then Amendale did something she never expected him to do. The drow watched with the raised eyebrow as Arland slumped to the floor before glancing at Amendale. "You could have just silenced him, you know." Shalena laughed when the unexpected scene took place and the sound Arland's head made when it hit the table made her laugh even more. She turned to Rhaine once she was able to control her laughter. "Bet you were tempted to do something like that too." She said.

Shalena laughed when a halfling named Codswell paid for another round of meals. "Listen to that!" She exclaimed. "Free food, twice this evening!" She said as she grabbed another plate. The sorcerer sitting beside her paid little attention to the meals being passed around as he watched everyone in the tavern, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Nawen politely declined the second meal and quietly left the tavern with her wolf, Rhegar. Sometime later, after finding nothing too interesting in the town, the drow came back and made her way to one of the rooms to rest.

"Ah, yes," Shalena said with a chuckle, "a fee sounds like an interesting idea. Good thing we're already members of the group." The piratess added. As they reached the nearest town, Shalena went straight to the nearest tavern. Once inside she ordered enough food and drinks for the whole group but leaving someone else to pay for it. Orion followed the piratess inside and joined her at the table. "Our group seems like a small army now." He said. "More like a traveling circus," the piratess replied, "I bet someone addressed us in such a fashion." Nawen lingered outside for a while, helping Argyros and Conall with the horses, as well as leaving them a few treats, before heading to the tavern. She wondered for a moment where Leif is going to keep his griffon only to see the creature flying off. Smiling to herself, she gestured for Rhegar to follow her and made her way inside. As soon as the drow entered, she noticed Shalena and Orion already at the table but there was also something else that caught her attention. A Mastiff sitting by what looked like a halfling. "It seems I'm not the only one who brought an animal friend here." She said to Rhegar and made her way towards on if the tables.

Shalena watched the two newcomers and their unusual mount with the slight smirk on her face. "Isn't it fascinating how we meet... interesting people in the middle of nowhere?" She asked. Nawen meanwhile paid little attention to the horned halfling and her companion. Her attention was focused on the griffon. She watched the magnificent creature with obvious amazement in her eyes but dared not to approach it. She had never seen one outside of drawings and knew next to nothing about them, thus it seemed wiser to keep her distance. "Fascinating creature, isn't it?" Orion asked as he approached the drow and shot a glance at the griffon. Animals didn't like him much anymore, nor was he too fond of them either but you don't get to see something like that any day. Nawen nodded without taking her eyes off the griffon. The sorcerer then turned his attention to Abby and Leif but said nothing.

Nawen stopped pacing around the camp once their captive, Elaril, began talking. She had to admit that she was surprised to hear her talking willingly. It seems she wasn't mind-controlled after all. Still, the drow was absolutely appalled hearing everything this man, this Silithus had done and what he forced their captive to do. Once Rhaine had dealt with the situation how she saw fit, Nawen continued watching their surroundings and later at night, she still kept watch even if Weyland had volunteered to watch the camp first. She felt far too uneasy to rest knowing someone so dangerous as Silithus was somewhere out there. The following morning when the group packed their things and continued their journey, Nawen found herself glancing at the sky occasionally. She was doing the same when Hazel rode up beside her. "He seems to be doing a little better," she said, "but as you said he's still upset." As the dryad complimented the pseudodragon on his bravery, Aodh poked his head out through Nawen's white hair and before she could say anything, Aodh flew over to Hazel and perched on her shoulder. Nawen smiled a little at the sight before briefly glancing at the road ahead and then back to Hazel. "And how are you doing?" She asked. "It was hard as it was, and then what Elaril told about your home..." Shalena watched the exchange between Rhaine and their captive, curious to see the outcome. What transpired wasn't what the imagined. After the spell was cast, the half-elf jumped from her seat. "What in the hells?! You should have killed her!" She shouted. She had a long tirade already planned out but she didn't say anything, much to her own surprise. Instead, she watched as the Doomguide left the camp. They've almost never seen eye to eye but this... this was different. Whatever her motivations were, what Rhaine did Shalena saw as wrong. She was a pirate after all, one who valued freedom over everything, even over people she believed she genuinely loved, and seeing something like that was frightening to say the least. The piratess spent the rest of an evening by the fire, before retiring to her tent. When they left the camp the following morning, Shalena rode behind Nawen occasionally glancing at Rhaine and wondering whether it was worth it to bring her thoughts over what happened last night or not.