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         Kyran took the translator device, rolling it between his fingers and examining it carefully. "Very well. I see no reason to mistrust your intentions." he said, before placing the device on his forehead.

As Alex spoke to Connor on Goliath, Kyran nodded his head. "Goliath is not a dark-hearted man, but he is a stubborn one, and he copes poorly with change. And what the clan needs now is change. He is buckling under the pressure of the shift in our needs, and doesn't know how to deal with it. So he lashes out." He brought his hand up to touch the wound on his face gently to test it, before sighing.

"By no means an admirable man, but not evil."

         There was a long pause before the door to the hut swung open and the hulking form of Goliath, the village's chief emerged from within. The giant of a man looked down at Kyran with suspicious, challenging eyes. "What do you want, boy, that you have to shout so brazenly from my door for?"

Around the pair, villager stopped what they were doing to gawp at the confrontation between two of the more influential figures of the clan. Despire Goliath's height advantage Kyran met his gaze uncowed. "I've come to speak with you about Connor and the young girl." he said, "The way in which your men and you yourself treated them is unacceptable."

"Pah!" Goliath spat amusedly, "Is that all? It's no concern of yours, little wolf, how I treat runts. You may believe me to be callously cruel for no reason, but you could not be further from the truth." He folded his arms, shaking his head. "Left to their own devices, boys like the outcast will remain boys for the rest of their lives. I do what I do not to torment them, but to push them into becoming men. When the day comes that he grows a spine and acts as a warrior should, then he may begin to earn my respect. Until then, he will have none of it."

Kyran scowled, "You should not impose your own ideals upon every man, woman and child in the clan. Being chief does not give you that right. Not all men wish to be warriors, and you ought to accept that."

"And of course, you are the one to stand up for him, Kyran." Goliath snorted, "Without your magic you're just like him. Weak. Not worth my time." He shook his head again and turned back towards his hut, "I tire of this nonsense, begone with you and-"

The chief cut off as the door to his hut slammed shut in front of him, propelled by a powerful gust of wind. He turned back to Kyran with a glower. "Don't push your luck, boy, you might be a mystic but do not think you can defy me so brazenly without consequence." he growled.

"Do not think that you can abuse your power so thoroughly without the same, Goliath." Kyran retorted angrily, "This clan is tired of your archaic ways. Not just for the way you have abused Connor, but for when Nuerenna and Aventia took up swords and axes and spent their days training in secret, only to have you label them fools and worthless upon them petitioning to be allowed to join the ranks of your warriors. For every mother who has lost a son in one of your raids upon other clans for the sole purpose of stroking your own ego. For-"

"Silence!"" Goliath yelled, stepping forwards and bringing the back of his hand forcefully across Kyran's face. The smaller Naturan staggered to the side with a hiss of pain. He brought his hand up to his cheek and felt wetness where the chief's clawed hands had slashed across. Anger flaring in his chest, he turned back around to face the chief with a rush of magic gathering in his body. Kyran stopped, staff clutched tightly and magical winds swirling about him in readiness. "Go on then!" the chief bellowed, "What are you waiting for, boy, or with all the power in the world are you still too weak to use it?"

Taking a deep breath, Kyran stepped back and lowered his staff, releasing his magic. "I do not need to strike you, Goliath. Look around. I've already won where it matters."

Goliath looked up, then, casting his eyes around at the crowd that had gathered to watch them. At least half the tribe must have been assembled there watching wide-eyed as their chief struck the young mystic who many of them were personally close to. The chief grimaced as he saw the shock and disapproval in many of those eyes. "You are wrong, boy." he growled, "You challenged my authority but are too much a coward to fight me for it. You are the one who has lost his honour today." Even as he spoke it, Goliath was far from sure the words rang true in the ears of most of the onlookers. "Do not speak to me of this again unless you are willing to put your strength to the test."

With that, the chief turned and stomped back into his hut, slamming the door closed behind him. As Goliath disappeared from view, one of the women of the village ran forwards to where Kyran was still nursing his slashed cheek. "Kyran! Let me take you back to the healer's hut, you should get that wound dressed immediately!"

Kyran shook his head, "Later, Aria. I need to speak to Connor. I'll be fine. It's little more than a scratch." he said, smiling to her.

"Kyran, there's blood running down your face, that's not a scratch."

"I've had worse and walked it off."

"This isn't a discussion. You're coming with me. Spirits know what that oaf has underneath his claws that might infect the wound. I have to at least dress it, I can do more when you get back."

Kyran sighed. "Very well..." he said, allowing the healer to lead him off in the direction of the healing hut as the crowd began to disperse. He might not have been able to deter Goliath, but he at least had the feeling that Connor would now find a lot more support here than he might have been expecting.

         It didn't take long for Yelin to arrive at the Grove of Spirits, just outside of Vistara. When he arrived he got a strange feeling, either he was being overly cautious or his senses were trying to warn him that something odd had occurred here.
Nonetheless he walked deeper into the Grove and admired the elven structure of the place. This was where he felt the most connected to, although the Wood Elves were his family, and dear to him, he felt like something was missing and he could never shrug off that feeling. He despised the City Elves for abandoning him, but surely not all of them were that bad, he wasn't that quick to judge. Anyway, shrugging off these thoughts, he thought he might have just heard something strange and unfamiliar; the elf took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent around him. He knew this was where most Naturan went and that they were nearby, that wasn't an issue for him, the issue was he felt that there was some other smell in the air, something very unfamiliar, and Yelin was determined to find out the source of this smell and feeling.

         Here in the Wood Elf city, the weather was perfect and the scenery was beautiful. The air felt clean and refreshing to inhale and the people were all smiling and greeting one another. Here is Yelin's home, where he felt most comfortable.
"Yelin! Could you go get some supplies please?" A familiar voice called out to him. He turned to face them after leaning against a tree outside for the past half an hour, admiring his home. It was who he saw as a mother figure to him, he gave her a firm nod and was off. "Be safe! Don't get back too late!" Even though he was old enough to take care of himself, she still worried about his safety, which felt nice to be cared about.

The male Elf wandered through the forest area of the outer sides of the city then decided it was time to actually do what he was asked to do and not waste anymore time. The docks for the ferry wasn't too crowded, not as crowded as it would get for the other higher class city elven area. He casually hopped on the ferry and noticed a few kids staring at him in awe, he glanced at them; startled they quickly looked away and his eyes returned to the view in front of him. He was used to being stared at, he looked much different from the other Wood Elves, and most of them knew his name because of this, he could see the curiosity in their eyes each time they stared at him, they wanted to ask many questions but someone like him, armed with weapons, known for using a little magic, and always lightly armored and never smiling, he didn't look very approachable.

Why was he going by ferry? Yelin wanted to visit the Grove of Spirits, it was a place he found himself deeply connected to and it felt strangely familiar. So that was where he was headed, it wasn't too far and he would make it back in time before dark, just a quick visit then he'll get the supplies, which was no biggie for him.

         Alex laughed at Niala's challenge "Oh come on Nia, you know I wouldn't keep you from going with us...I'd totally win that fight though." he said, chuckling. Alex then turned to Julius when he introduced himself and shook his hand, squeezing slightly hard as was his habit with people he generally didn't get a good feeling from. "I'm more than capable of my job, thank you, Jule." he didn't like how he was gauging everyone or how he felt that everyone should move on his schedule "I'm more concerned if you're up to the task today. You're not in charge here, I am. Now let's get going." he said, walking with everyone to the shuttle bay. The drop shuttle was prepped and ready to go just as Niala said. The doors slid open and the crew got on board. Most of them were understandably excited about finally being on the surface of a planet. Alex laughed "Settle down, team. We'll be there before you know it." he waited for Julius and Niala to get on board before the shuttle doors closed, pressurizing the room appropriately.

The AI turned on and initiated the launch. The shuttle's engines roared to life before lifting off and drifting out of the bay. The shuttle gently drifted along before they hit the atmosphere, which caused the shuttle to start trembling "Ooh boy here's the fun part! Brace yourselves everybody!" Alex ordered. Everyone held on tight as they pushed through the atmosphere. After they got passed the worst of it, they could see it. Neryas in its glory. Below them was a large grassland and in the distance were snow covered mountains. One of the crew spotted a lake. Alex just stared out in disbelief "Oh my god...we're here, everyone. We're home." The shuttle descended quickly into the plains, landing on a grassy hill. Alex called out "Okay, everyone, get everything set up! I want those air readings ASAP!" he said, taking some of the gear and setting foot on solid ground for the first time. The sound of real wind...Alex regained his composure as he began setting up some of the equipment to do the soil samples.

(Transitioning to the Northern Plains of Beginnings.)