The Troves

Cadhla laughed a little at the faery's back tracking. She cut up a small piece of grapefruit and broke of a piece of bread.

"I saved you because unlike other witches, I'm sort of the protector of all living creature, especially the ones that have a harder time fighting back, no offense I'm sure one day you'll become a great and powerful," she said and walked over to the table setting down the food in front of the faery, "What about you? Why are we so far from Radella?" She sat down in one of the two chairs and held her head in her hand watching intently as the Maya finished her mouthful to speak.

Horris looks at the bag a bit suspiciously, and carefully inspects it and sees that they are just leafs. He lowers his gun slightly and says, "Well, considering that you didn't just run away and not come back I suppose we can trust you." He smiles and looks up toward where he thought bag was thrown from, "So, your name is Skyla? Well, mine is Horris, and I am glad you have helped us." He then sighed and kept his gun low but at the ready; he had thought that the herbs might not be the correct ones, and that they could even be harmful ones, but he decided to let the creature be instead of making her come with them as insurance. 'That would only cause undo stress on the situation' he decided. When he continued speaking he looked forward and spoke to the invisible elf, "I am not here to harm you, neither of us are, so we will leave now." Horris pauses for a moment and glances at May, "Unless, of course, there is something else you need?" he asks.