Land of Ritnia

"Ah ha ha," Darin guffawed. He was obviously faking the laughter, along with the expression of complete levity. "You're such a card, Az, I can tell we're going to get along juuust fine over the next few weeks."

He rolled his eyes and took his hand down from Lily's shoulder. He briefly looked her over and tilted his head, then looked away again. She was quite attractive, now that he thought about it, but such a thing was a subject to be brought up at a very different time from now; perhaps over dinner at the next town. Although the Magispirit made a good point. Her hair and her top both made it tremendously obvious that she was a Magispirit. Bringing her into town like this would be a painfully obvious sign that everyone should kill them with various and sundry pointy objects. He thought about it for a second, then went into his backpack.

"Not that it's likely to change things," Darin said, "but you're going to want to throw something less conspicuous on, now that you mention it." He drew a spare tunic from his pack. It was roughspun cotton, light brown in color. Unassuming, simple, functional -- and perfect for blending in. He pulled a felt cap out of the same pack and offered them both to Lily.

"So we don't all die," he said, giving her a light smile. "That, and it's a better solution than rubbing dirt or charcoal into your face."

The trees rustled nearby, and Marielle alighted in the center of the group. "Yeah, we're moving fairly soon," Darin grunted, shutting his pack. "Seems like since Lily knows the way, she'll be leading off."

Waterlily frowned at the tunic he pulled from his pack. The clothing that would help her blend in was just so...restraining. Magisprits were free spirits, bound only by their elements, and their Mother Magisprit. Such clothing got caught in the tight trees of the forest, and restricted movement in the water, especially when she wanted to dance. But, she supposed, it was a good idea. She glanced at Nel, and nodded to her. "And her? Her hair color isn't exactly normal, and her clothing might make her look like a noble's child." She reluctantly pulled the tunic on over her top, frowning irritably at the cap as she did. She made sure most of her hair was stuffed into the back of the tunic; it was too long to pull into the cap.

She glanced around, then shrugged and started walking. "..You don't think the humans there would suspect too much...would they? I mean...even if I wasn't a magisprit, a drakii, an elf, a dinlander, a child, and a human would make for an odd traveling group, wouldn't it? It is a rather small village...for a human home, anyway. A magisprit family would never get that big..." She shuddered at the thought. Not only would there be humans there, but so many of them! She glanced down at her clothing, noting how much it would have clashed with her usual theme of blue.

"...Can't we just get this over with...this is too far from home...and too much adventure for me...all at once..."



Aaren paused, looking curiously over the footprint he had found. He assumed it was a magisprit; who else walked around in the middle of the woods barefoot? Surely they weren't far now. It didn't seem so old. He glance around briefly, then back to his most recent traveling companion. "Looks like a magisprit to me...what do you think?" If it was, then they might already be so close to their objective. Granted, he had no way of knowing if it was a water magisprit, or plant, or animal, or any of the various types.

But at least he had found the trail. And that led them closer to the death of a magisprit. He was an experienced fighter, but had never once been hunting for magisprits before. But his elf companion had said she had killed a Mother Magisprit before; and they were much more powerful than the other magisprits. So hunting down an ordinary magisprit must be nothing to her, he figured. "Let's get this over with...so we can move on to the next one..."

Aaren paused, looking curiously over the footprint he had found. He assumed it was a magisprit; who else walked around in the middle of the woods barefoot? Surely they weren't far now. It didn't seem so old. He glance around briefly, then back to his most recent traveling companion. "Looks like a magisprit to me...what do you think?" If it was, then they might already be so close to their objective. Granted, he had no way of knowing if it was a water magisprit, or plant, or animal, or any of the various types.

But at least he had found the trail. And that led them closer to the death of a magisprit. He was an experienced fighter, but had never once been hunting for magisprits before. But his elf companion had said she had killed a Mother Magisprit before; and they were much more powerful than the other magisprits. So hunting down an ordinary magisprit must be nothing to her, he figured. "Let's get this over with...so we can move on to the next one..." After all, letting a magirpsit live meant letting someone else control his life. He couldn't have that.

"Nel has a solution!" The chipper Magispirit piped up. "Nel's power can do all sorts of awesome things! Watch! Watch!" She declared, and, brushing a hand through her hair, caused something very bizarre to occur. In an instant, her hair seemed to change colors, cycling down through green and yellow until it settled in a perfectly normal dirty blonde color. Grinning broadly, she looked at her new friends as though expecting them to praise her. She didn't know how she could do half the things she could do, but it didn't stop her from doing some of them.

In reality, what the Velocity Manipulator had done was alter the speed at which light reflecting off of her hair oscillated up and down, causing the wavelength to become longer and longer, thereby changing the predominant color of the light to instead be a much more normal color than her blue tresses normally were. That, at least, solved one of their problems.

"Mm? Nel?" With her weight having been reduced so significantly, Darin had almost completely forgotten her existence. Now, though, he remembered that there was an air Magispirit perched on his shoulders, which was a rather difficult place to hide someone. "Well, I don't have another spare hat and tunic..." He scratched his chin, his fingers absently finding their way to the scar on his face. A few moments passed in silence as the low breeze blew across the field.

"Oh, I've got it." Darin grinned at his own creativity. He quickly removed his backpack and cloak and laid them on the ground, then promptly lifted Nel off of the ground and plopped her on the cloak for a second. He shifted some of the stuff in his backpack and then unceremoniously gathered the air Magispirit's clothes about her and stuffed her into the backpack, leaving her head and neck poking out of the opening while her torso and legs, stuck in the fetal position, were hidden inside. He lifted the lighter pack to his back and promptly shouldered it, then fastened his cloak about his shoulders, still smiling at his thought process.

"This is about the most brilliant thing I've ever done in my life; thank the gods my pack is fairly spacious," Darik intoned. He lowered his voice and cast his eyes at Marielle briefly before looking back to Lily. "That and this arrangement will keep the small ones quiet -"

Footsteps on the path. Darik's ear perked up. Low voices. "Let's get this over with..." one of them said, or something like that. Darik removed his pack and left it next to Lily, giving her a serious look.

"Stay here. Keep an eye on the others. Everyone else, come on." With that said, Darik lifted his sword to his shoulder and made his way back onto the path, heading for the source of the voices. He eventually wandered across them - a man and a girl, an elf. Darik grimaced inwardly. He hated fighting elves; they were so goddamn quick. Outwardly, he looked like he was just another traveler.

"Hail, gentleman, lady. Stopping to rest for a spell?" Darik's voice held no incredulity, but his eyes were sharp, and he was looking for a threat. He was really, really hoping he didn't find one.

"Definitely magispirit," Tarwethial said. "Too dainty to be an elf or a human." She swivelled her ears and listened. She couldn't hear anything yet, except for the silence of the forest. Then again, magispirits tended to be very wary and quiet. She crouched down next to her young charge and inspected the track. "Water, by the looks of her. They tend to step lightly - they practically dance thier way around everywhere. But they're easy to kill." Tarwethial gave Aaren a gentle pat on the back. She rose and adjusted her pack. "Hurry before she gets back to her puddle." She started off down the path in the direction of the magispirit.

Marielle giggled almost fondly as the young magispirit adjusted her appearance. So she could take things seriously. That was a relief. At least she wouldn't compromise them with her wildness. She outright laughed when Darin wrapped her up and stuffed her into his pack. It was so comical! The girl, Nel, everone called her, looked almost like a baby stuffed in there like that.

"The way you have her wrapped up, they'll think she's a baby," she commented to Darin. Her ears shot up in alarm when Darin indicated he heard something. She followed his lead and hurried after him, leaving the two magispirits and the drakii behind. She emerged into the clearing where she caught sight of two travellers, a human and an elf - a rather strong one at that. She was wearing a long sleeved leotard with large holes exposing her bare midriff and cleavage. She too was armed with a sword and shield along with a crossbow - a weapon meant for ranged combat. Marielle once again sucked in her stomach and puffed out her bust. She eyed the other girl over, sizing her up.

Tarwethial was taken completely by surprise when a man and an elf suddenly came right in front of her and Aaron, effectively cutting them off from thier prey. She recognized the man immiediately: a Din, one of those northern barbarians who worshiped magispirits as gods. Her ears tensed and flattened. She wasn't sure what a fellow elf was doing with this freak, but she knew creatures like this man were no friends of elves, and certainly no friends of any who hunted magispirits.

Giving Aaron a look that seemed to say, I'll handle this; Tarwethial spoke up.

"We are merely travellers, passing through here. Yes, we are stopping to rest for a spell. Does that bother you? We will be gone soon enough, so I suppose you could then get back to whatever 'business' you two were up to." She said the last phrase as a crude inuendo.

Darin looked across the group as Marielle appeared at his side. Inwardly he was thankful for the support, should things come to blows. He made a slight motion with the hilt of her sword, giving a quiet order to keep back. She noticed the territoriality the two elves had displayed against each-other, Marielle shoving her breasts out and sucking in her chest to look more competent in comparison. Darin had no such necessity; he had a sword that was almost as tall as he was and a quarter his weight, and a superhuman healing factor, and -- if things got too bad -- a crazed berserker lurking somewhere in the black reaches of his skull.

He took a few steps forward, ignoring the mud sucking at his shoes. "Just passing through?" Darin said. "Might want to find the road that leads around this way, then. Bandits down this road." He swept his cloak aside and turned. "They took my pack, and about half of her clothes, by the looks of things." He squinted his eyes, as if trying to remember exactly what happened. "Perhaps... A dozen of them, maybe less." He shrugged. "And you two look like the sort that could carry yourselves in a fight, but I wouldn't try and take on so many at once."

He crossed his arms at her 'business' comment, his sword hanging lightly in front of him. "Business? You're implying that she..." He looked over at Mirielle. "... And I? Were... Consummating?" He let out a loud laugh then, doubling over at the waist. "Oh, that is a funny claim, miss!" He pulled himself up to his regular height. "I'm a Dinlander, good madame! I would sooner bed an elf than I would stick my nethers into a pig's feeding trough." He grinned. "And I imagine the feeding trough would be a better experience.

"No, best that you turn back before going any farther." The Dinlander grunted, raising his sword to his shoulder. "The roads are getting hairy in these tough times. Wouldn't want you and your mate there to come to any harm." He had just turned Tarwethial's barb back at her - hopefully the comment would sting her deeper than it supposedly had him. In actuality, Darin preferred elves. They were all... Bendy. Whereas this elf didn't look the sort to sleep with a mere human. The thought made it seem like her very eyes would burn out at the thought.

"But if you're just resting, I suppose you wouldn't mind if we two were to sit a spell and rest with you? Perhaps exchange tales from the road? It's been a long journey for Marielle and I, and after that experience back there, I could use a rest and a quick bite, perhaps." Darin smiled charmingly. He gestured for Marielle to step up to his side.

Waterlily paused when Darin said to stay there. He seemed to be much more serious. She knelt down to the young air mahgisprit, looking over her hair curiously. Still, she gave Nel a calm, and hopefully reassuring, smile. "That's a neat trick, Nel. Now no one will know the difference." She glanced to where Darin and Marielle had gone, biting her lip worriedly, but then put on a much calmer face to look back at Nel. "How about we play another game? You and I will hide here somewhere, and see if any of the others can find us. Hide-and-go-seek, okay?" She suggested. This way, they'd be hidden if an enemy did come by, but that she could reveal herself when their group came back.

"But you have to be quiet, and try not to show yourself until I say so, okay? If they don't find us, I'll let you know so we can tell them they've lost the game. If they find you, though, they win. Doesn't that sound like fun, Nel?"

Aaren nodded, listening to the more experienced elf. Clearly she knew what she was doing, much better than he did. A water magisprit, easy to kill, lived close to water. They had to be close, then; they had already seen a few lakes and a stream in the forest. The problem was finding out which one they needed to keep her from, really. He froze and looked up, though, when he heard another voice. He stiffened, one hand automatically moving to touch the blade of the sword on his back, ready to move up to grab it for a fight. But the elf, Tarwethial, made a motion for him to be quiet; she would handle it.

He listened carefully, noting that this human also had an elf with him. However, he soon revealed himself to be a dinlander, and not a human. Maybe the elf had noticed, but he certainly hadn't. And, even as he listened, he could find no difference between himself and this man; he could pass for a human anywhere, really. How could a dinlander be too much different from a human, if they looked so similar? He glanced away at the trees nearby when the dinlander suggested that they were mates, biting his tongue. He turned his attention back to the dinalnder and his elven companion.

"Actually, we're in something of a rush. I hope you can understand, but we've got somewhere we need to be. Bandits don't worry me too much." While his own sword wasn't quite as large as the dinlanders, it was still a pretty big sword, and he still needed both hands to wield it. But even so, he knew what he was doing, and was confident he could handle it if things turned around. He reached up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, but only so that his hand was closer to the hilt of the sword, rather than the blade, if these two turned out to be trouble.

"A game sounds fun," Nel said cheerfully. "But Nel is in a bag right now. Maybe Nel can hide here?" Gesturing downward, she pointed out the sack she now occupied. She had been set down a bit behind a few bushes, and with her face turned rearward, so she couldn't see what was going on. She could, however, hear the people who had just started talking. They said strange things which Nel didn't exactly understand, but something about them told her that they weren't nice people. Their voices, perhaps. Either way, she didn't like the sound of whoever had just showed up, and so decided that it would be in everyone's best interest if she just stayed down for the time being. Dropping her head down halfway into the bag, she peered nervously over the rim of it. They hadn't seemed to have noticed her due to the broad frame of Darin blocking her from view as he entered the path, so it looked like she was safe for now...

Waterlily paused, looking over the sack, then glanced around. "You can hide in the bag. I'm hiding, too, so we can share a hiding spot together for now. Just make sure to stay quiet." She knelt down in the bushes next to Nel, doing her best to be hidden in the bushes, The brown tunic and hat seemed to help, considering it meant her hair wasn't sticking out quite so much. "We'll stay hidden for now..." Nel was being quiet already, but that didn't ease her nervousness at all. What if there was a human out there? Or worse, a group of humans hunting for magisprits? She closed her eyes and bit her lip nervously, keeping her head down and facing the ground. They couldn't afford to get caught, not so soon. They hadn't even gotten anywhere yet!

"I would heartily suggest against that, stranger." Darin grunted at the man. He was starting to get a little frustrated inwardly. This obstinate bastard was a threat to the mission, however insignificant, and they hadn't even gotten moving yet. Not to mention the only defense that the party had, should things get rusty, was Azha, and she looked apt to up and run off at any moment. If she hadn't already, of course, which was damned awful likely.

"They look like ex-military types; rough ones. The kind not even a guy with a blade like yours would want to dance with." He gestured with his free hand towards the stranger's sword. It was fairly large, but Darin's was bigger. Probably lighter, too, if he thought about it. He tried to remain somewhat nonchalant, but he made the suggestion that Marielle arm herself anyhow, very subtly gesturing again with the hilt of his sword. As loath as Darin was to think about it, this was probably going to end in blows, and he was going to make damn sure that his group was the one who ended it, even if they didn't start it.

Darin planted his blade in the soft earth of the path. "I would really suggest," he said, his face grim, steel glinting in his eyes, "That you turn around and go the other way. Right. Now." There was iron in his voice at the end of the statement, iron that seemed to reflect the glint of his blade, that seemed to reverberate through the forest, through the earth at their feet and the rocks beneath. He meant business now. The time for cordiality was over; either they walked away or they fought, and someone was dragged away.

Aaren paused, noting briefly the frustration in the dinlander. He seemed awfully firm about it all. Especially since it was their safety he were concerned about, not his own. That along made little sense, unless it was some sort of ruse. What would they be trying to hide, though? And he was only getting more and more stern about the entire thing. So there was something for him to hide, it seemed. He paused for a second, then pulled the sword from his back. He glanced only briefly at Tarwethial before turning his attention to the dinlander.

"You seem awfully concerned, seeing as you only just met us. What makes you so concerned for strangers?" he asked, although he figured by then, considering the dinlanders voice, that there was something he was hiding, or protecting, and was trying to ward them off. He didn't know much about magisprits, or dinlanders really, but most people, regardless of race, were similar in some thought patterns. Lying, in prticular, to protect others.

"We can't turn back, you see. We have important business to take care of, and this path is the quickest way there. Now I would suggest you remove yourself from our path; you seem to be blocking our way, you see."

Samhain entered stage East

Moving from place to place, and watching as he so often did, Samhain the livinf shadow was by no means a Magispirit, though he had been mistaked for one once or twice, his obsidian black skin caused by the shadows which did so love to cling to cascaded around his body, leaving his ivory white true skin in the pattern of a beastlike vampitic looking skeleton. A tattered tophat and coat open with himself bare chested as he stalked the forest, occasionally transforming his mass into a cat, or a wolf, with their own vampiric equivalent skeletons marked upon them. He had been watching and waiting for some time but from a long distance away.

"Eee-aa, mananan, tooo-es-brichna. Tee fairiest, dunchu'n est. Cooli transfera magna opis..." He chanted beneath his breath. Symbols lighting up on his body beneath the shadow as he disappeared and reappeared in another location alltogether with a 'whumph' Leaping down from a tree and landing bent at the knee.

"They block your path, because they are barring it from your destination." He said with cruelty and malice in his voice. As the creature of unbridles whimsey, looked in the directions of them all. Two elves...

"So nice to meet you two here distant cousins, how be your families?... I sense over this a fight will indead erupt... Little Samhain here gets to tip the balance in numbers. Does Samhain pick the side of the aggressors, or the side of the defenders? Such a crux..." Samhain lifted his finger to his chin and cocking his head to the side, his walking cane with a silver horned cats head under his arm, sheathes within it a just over two foot thin blade. then was the sharpened silver point of the cane itself. a Lethal spike and stabbing tool.

"The defenders hide two magispirits... i can see the shadows they cast. one of whom is faster than fast, so fast it can cast no shadow at all sometimes it seems. They seem like good fun..." Samhain Disappeared once again, appearing behind the defenders, It wasn't like a natural teleport. Or a spell, he simply, and whimsically 'ciesed to be' in one location, as if he was always in the other. If one were to see him disappear, the instance would hurt their eyes, as it defied nature, or reason.

"Two of the defenders interest me greatly, i'll be seeing them now, fight as you will, and should the attackers stand over your broken bodies, then i too will bar their path. But not with you, I have someone i wish to meet." Moving towards the location Ahza was, before turning into a small domestic feline, wearing a miniature tophat he began to slink through the forest to where the rare creature stood. Samhain would almost completely ignore anything said from the party behind him. The Sidhe of shadow would be seen coming out from the darkness, at first looking like a moving vampire cat skeleton, then the shape around his legs could be seen. Moving towards Ahza

Walking through the forest, was a young warrior. The warrior appeared to be around the age of 20. The warrior wore a dark green cloak that drops down to about half an inch above the ground, with a light brown shirt, and brown pants. He had a pair of black leather boots on, to cover his feet. The warrior appeared to be only about five foot seven inches tall and weighs only about one hundred twenty five pounds. The warrior has light brown wavy hair, and bright blue eyes. He has tanned skin and six pack abs, along with normal build. Though he has no fat on his body, everyone had wondered how his skin wasn't rib-revealing.

Across his back, lying with its sheath was a sword that had a gold and black hilt. A razor chain whip was rolled up and strapped to the warrior’s left side, on his belt. The warrior carried a black wooden pole halberd, which stands five feet tall without the blade. The blade adds an additional foot, for a total of six foot in length. The wood was known to only grow in the deepest parts of the swamps.

The warrior slowly walked through the forest, with no sound of footsteps. Not only where there no footsteps, but there were also no tracks left behind. He scanned the area closely making sure there was no threats close by, he wasn’t one that was easily ambushed, always keeping his eyes and ears peeled out, listening and looking.

Aaren paused, blinking as someone else came into the clearing. Who was he? He stayed a short while, talking as if no one would answer or question him, and then vanishing. It took him a moment to realize what had just happened. He turned his gaze to Darin as what he had said sank in. "You're protecting a magisprit! I suggest you move aside, now, before we have a fight here." He glanced at Tarwethial before turning his attention back to the dinlander. With irritation, he lowered his hand, the one near the sword, and started to walk past the dinlander. "You don't have anything to do with the magisprits, do you? I really don't see the point of you blocking my path."

He made to pass the dinlander. The stranger had said he'd bar his path, but he wasn't entirely sure. Sure, he seemed to have some sort of magic, but Aaren was confident in his sword, and his own ability to wield it. He kept a wary eye on the dinlander, though, more uncertain about his ability in comparison.

Waterlily glanced at Nel, then crouched down even more as she heard footsteps growing closer. She watched as someone approached Azha, and stiffened. There wasn't really much she could do, as far as telling whether he was an ally or not. She moved closer to the clearing, allowing herself to loosen enough to use the water from her waterskin if it was necessary. She hesitated, unsure of herself, before calling out to the newcomer.

"Hey...who are you? What...are you doing...here?" she asked, before pulling back into the bushes a little way. If she could avoid a fight and run instead, she would. Maybe she could pick Nel up and carry her. She weighed about as much as air, anyway. Surely she could carry her for a good distance. If she had to go into water, though, she'd have to do something with Nel. Maybe saying anything at all wasn't such a good idea, really. Look at how much trouble it might get Nel and their allies into!

Darin was about to come up with a clever response when shadows oozed into the area. They took the form of a man, and then things got bad. The guy, in one big, uninterrupted, toneless burst of information, revealed that he was sheltering Magispirits.

Darin wasn't happy.

The man at the other end of the path appeared stymied for a second as the shadow guy vanished; Darin making a mental note to just jam a sword through this damn fool's torso the next time he saw him. When Aaren spoke again, Darin said nothing, his fave crowing grimmer. The little whelp made a move to pass him--bad decision. No sooner had Aaren moved to pass the Dinlander's flank than Darin's arm shot out, catching the human swordsman hard in the throat. Daren was a blur at this moment; lifting Aaren up by the lapels of his shirt and slamming him against the nearest tree trunk before dropping him and letting him sink to the forest floor.

"Last warning." Darin said, all joviality gone from his voice now. "You and your friend turn around--now--or I kill you both here. You have thirty seconds. Go."

Aaren choked as the dinlander hit him in the throat, and then picked him up - and rather easily, too, it seemed to him - before slamming his back into a tree and dropping him. He sat there, on the ground, leaning against the tree, trying his hardest to catch his breath. He hadn't been thrown around before...but then, as he thought about it, he had only dealt with other humans in a fight. Maybe this would require a little more thinking before he tried this again...more planning, too. He watched Darin warily, taking deep, shaky breaths to steady himself. He was only able to offer an unsteady, lopsided grin.

"Thirty...seconds? I'll need...more than....that...to catch my...my breath. Give me... a minute...or two...then...we'll go..." he panted out, closing his eyes and turning his face up, hoping that that somehow would help his breathing. Yes, he would leave this time; he needed to plan this out more, now that he realized it was more than just the magisprits there. He was going to need more training to deal with the dinlander. ...Or maybe just to pull his sword out before trying to pass him, at least. That alone might give him a better chance, he realized. He had been foolish to think he would be stunned, as he was, and wouldn't realize he was trying to get past. No, he needed more training. After a moment, he struggled to his feet, not panting nearly as much as he had been before, but still worn. Anyway, his back hurt now, as did his throat. Recuperate, then plan and train, then try again. He gave a half-hearted wave, his lopsided grin now a glare mixed with an odd pout. He turned, feeling rather sour, and headed off in the opposite direction. As soon as he felt well enough, he'd do some more training, some more planning. In the meantime, he'd learn a bit of tracking, so he'd be able to find them again.

"Hey...who are you? What...are you doing...here?"

Samhain turned to her in cat form, noticed she wasn't wearing a hat. Such a silly silly girl. Though he was mildly interested for once in his life. 'Magispirits' Delicate creatures incapable of death by any conventional means from what the Sidhe had observed. He noticed the elf back there was also reasonably interesting to the eye, but he had seen elves before... they were all the same to him now, fickle, powerhungry, BORING. They were no fun. But Magispirits... It was true each spirit of each element had fetures and steriotypes which were the norm, integrated into their personalities though they each had a chance of doing it so, differently.

"Do not worry my dear, there are two back in the woods... Wait, no, three back in the woods who would wish you harm. My name is Samhain, Be I a cat, a hat, a wolf or a mat, Samhain I am, and Samhain I always will be. It is a pleasure to meet you, and your friend-in-a-bag though I was... offered an opportunity to travel with you. I don't know how handy i can be, but as far as i see i'm the only one amongst you so far with true dominion over arcane arts. Well...."

It would not really be seeable but his eyes glared in the direction of the two elves, there was a deep... not resentment but bitterness toward elven kind. The stories of their seperation and betrayal were integrated into the Sidhe's childhood so they grew up wary of their much more 'common' distant cousins.

"Real arcane arts at the very least. I'm here to protect you, though first i would like you to protect me, the big one. I fear, telling the people who were tracking you, you were here may have made the large man angry with me," Samhain spoke streatching his arms over the back of his head and streatching his back and toreso with a slight yawn. "I would be forever in your debt if when he returns you would call him off me. As i fear he may have my guts for garters should he get a hold of me... Something i would much rather not allow to happen... As it happens i like my guts, right where they are. I'm quite fond of them... They even have names. Though I doubt you wish to hear them.