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N'dal Mua Hanai

A Firran, A predatory feline humanoid, resembling a cross between a man and a jungle cat. It's eyes show a clear and vibrant intelligence.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Fishbucket

Description

The Last of his Kind

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N'dal Mua Hanai, a name that translates roughly to "Stormseeker", is a Firran. He hails from a world where magic is threaded through every aspect of life, and is used in most all persuits and propensities.

Firran's are predatory bipedal felines, resembling a cross between man and lion or tiger. They are known for their cunning, speed, and ferocity. More than one caravan has been overtaken by Firran outriders.

N'dal himself stands a little under seven feet, with dusky amber fur shot through with streaks of gold, covering the whole of his body. His large feline ears swivel and tilt atop his head, which is itself coated by a mane of hair the same dusky amber as his fur. This is grown long and tied into a ponytail that flows easily behind his head. His eyes are a deep green, reflective, and also feline form. As with the primitive ancestors of his kin, the pupil narrows and widens to adapt to lighting conditions.


His people once lived on a world called Alunn Ava Tonde, which in their language means "Our Beloved Home". They were a simple people, primitive, and altogether uninteresting save for a singular facet of their natures. They were capable of channeling infinite levels of magical energy with no detrimental effects to their being. They could, essentially, use magic to reshape the very fabric of the cosmos, they could have made themselves into gods, or destroyed entire dimensions with but a word. The only limit to their power was their lack of ambition, for they were content and happy with their peaceful, if rough, lives. They held a deep respect for their world, for life, and for things as they were.

All this changed one fateful day, when the Holy Imperium of Mankind chose their world for colonization. In an instant they were obliterated, along with all life on their planet, and replaced by the human colonists who sought to take the world.

N'dal is the last remaining member of his species, so far as is known. This makes him a sought after commodity, for his ability to channel such immense power makes him a potential living weapon of mass destruction for any who would seek such a thing.

N'dal is an adventurous soul, and good with his hands. He often spends his days exploring and running about on one adventure or another, and when he is not doing that, he tinkers with things, creating everything from fishing poles to saddles. He is skilled with a bow, and commonly carries a pair of war axes, forged and crafted by an ancient ancestor of his family, and passed down from father to son, until they came to him. Most of his clothing is of hide or leather, and hand crafted, and his skill in crafting such things is exquisite. He is a quick learner, and always finds interest in the work of craftsmen, often learning all they will teach him, before another work catches his eye. A wanderer, he is seldom in a single place for long, though he makes note of places he enjoys, in hopes of returning to them once day.

So begins...

N'dal Mua Hanai's Story

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A portal opened in the midst of the forest, rippling with immense power, barely contained by the sigils that surrounded the gate. Through it one could see, like a window, an entire world filled with vast plains, high mountains, thick jungles, fetid swamps, and many many more, that whirled by as though the whole of a realm of consumed and shaken by a cyclone. Through this gate, a single figure was thrown out, coughing and wheezing as he struck into a tree and collapsed onto the ground.

The man, if that is what you wanted to call him, had many feline features. ears, eyes, nose, all those of a tiger or lion. His hands ended in claws, and his legs were digitigraded, as he walked upon the pads of his toes. A long furred tail curled around him, twitching from the pain he felt from crashing into the tree.

He hissed, baring his teeth, sharpened canines mostly, opened a single green eye to glare at the portal, which promptly shut. This had him on his feet in moments, as he leapt and jumped, vainly attempting to pass back through the gateway.

A moment passed, and then another, and he looked around slowly, fear filling his eyes. He was in an unknown place, sent here by a mistake in a spell that should have been simple. He had opened world gates before, used them many times to travel between major cities. He didn't think that a cracked hereafter stone would make such an impact on the spell, but alas, his mistake had placed him here, in a land he did not know, with no way of returning home.

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Character Portrait: Flynn the Volitale Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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Flynn raced through the brush her full black eyes pushing the yellow, red, and orange tinted jungle foliage aside. Her hunter's sight was far more useful for tracking odd planar events and she very much needed to get home. Soft scuffing of practiced feet moved from spot to spot through the jungle across rocks avoiding what noise she could. Reachers were creatures of subterfuge out of necessity. The old ones of Losthome that laid eyes on interlopers were not kind. Her black feathers were best kept low into bushes where shadow would help hide the cobalt fringes among them and the bright cobalt inner layer of her feathered crest hid by pressing it hard to her head.

Flynn's tail furled as her third eyelid crossed over to allow blue-veined black slit-eyes to flit in. Her retina gleamed silver at the feline male and with all that jumping made it apparent he at least didn't have any obvious weapons. Flynn was a small female with a stooped posture of her kind that left the top over head barely over an average human's hip.

Flynn called out in her broken common a hard singsong and fluted edge to common given her syrinx, ♫It goes one way, male. No knowing if other way too! Stuck, like me?♫

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N'dal spun around at the sound of speech, his own coming out with a snarl. "Who's there! Show yourself" He hissed, even as his ears flattened back on his skull in fear. He may have had no weapons, but even an unarmed firran was dangerous with their claws, especially when cornered and afraid.

He sniffed the air, taking in all sorts of foreign and strange scents, until he caught one that seemed at least not to be from a plant. He pointed his nose directly at where it came from and continued to snarl, waiting for the creature to come out of hiding, even as he prepared to leap away from a surprise attack.

He didn't come from a kind world, and he knew very well that caution was given well before trust could be earned.

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Flynn stuck her head out of the bushes the feathered saurid head full of black conical teeth spat in broken common back at him, ♫A reacher, fuzzy male! Me job to be in deep unknown places. What your excuse? You forget to bring food maybe not safe to eat things on other side of world hole."

Flynn smelled of ozone, copper, and carbon. Her black feathers fluffed for a moment as a small 1" diameter floating worm emerged from her neck. It floated like it couldn't fall and extending an illusory line over to a plant began turning greenery into dust as it sucked the life from whatever crammed into its maw. Flynn's blue crest raised high looking over N'dal with overlarge blue-veined black slit irises.

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N'dal took another step back as Flynn approached and spoke, his ears flattened even as he hissed at the creature, an involuntary reaction to an unknown and clearly threatening presence. His tail twitched from side to side as he crouched lower and lower, preparing to act should the need arise.

"I just... Something went wrong, I used a world gate and it, well it didn't take me where it should have." He spoke in halting words, very much unsettled by the creature before him. "Whatever you are, I'm no danger to you. Leave me be."

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Flynn sits on the ground her crest held high. ♫If you not plan return I hopes you know way home! I can find my own way.♫, she tilted her head, ♫Eventually.♫

A mouse tried its luck to sneak through the greenery but failed to Flynn's agile hands. She talked as it squeaked, ♫Still look for interesting things in too much plant!♫

She dangles the flailing mouse dangled from her claws at the worm. Four quadrant-vanes of the long worm's mouth show a hollow center with a cloud inside. It shoots upward then crawls inside the furry creature desiccating it from inside.

Shrugging Flynn chirps at him ♫ReeReeRee. Well if not dangerous then good for me. You are interesting in stupid forest of too many trees!♫

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N'dal watched as Flynn devoured a creature with her worm thing and swallowed hard. "I... I do not suppose you know the way out?" He said, gesturing around him. "I am not big on trees myself, much rather have an open field."

When he finished speaking he turned his back to the creature, those his ears were on high alert for the slightest sound of movement. As an old friend once told him, the best way to know if you can trust someone is to give them an opening, if they take it, you can't trust em.

To himself he thought Just hope I am fast enough to escape if I have to, Lornen

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Flynn raised a brow then smiles with her black conical teeth, ♫Tracking way home still. Thane looks through the dark. Might not want grass places. I am smaller flyer here. Stick with fuzzy hunters in foliage that chase vanishing mouse holes. Big birds bad for breathing.♫

The feathered Deinonychus descendant just clucked at him, ♫*Pok* Easier to hunt in here anyway. Sun drowns heat from mice. Hard to see them. Thane must eat fresh things when looking. I have rations.♫

She popped her jaw at him gesturing upward,♫Homes here, above, I not climbed up to see them yet. Constructed but not grown like ours. You know them? I see no heat there but is far away. Maybe empty.♫

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N'dal looked at the creature, shaking his head. "I... I did not understand most of that." He said, before looking up above at the houses. "They are like something my people used before, but no longer.. But... I might get a better view from up there."

N'dal went over to one of the trees and started climbing it, his claws finding easy purchase in the wood. It would be slow going, but easy for one of his kind. After he was a few feet up he looked down and asked "Would you like to join me? If your lost as I am, it would also be a good way for you to find your home."

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Flynn just chittered at him while stumping through small vegetation, ♫Sorry, my common is very poor. I will come with you, fuzzy male. You sound like you need a reacher! I am Flynn the Volatile. My hairworm, Thane, looks through shadows. Finds life or holes through world fabric.♫

Thane busily nipped at vines that gripped about her front clearing the way to the tree. She looked up at N'dal as her white third eyelid flicked across. Underneath the iris and the rear of her eyeball pulled away. The world switched from bright greens and blue sky to moving red and orange eyes and pads moving up the cool tree trunk.

Flynn started climbing her claws and tow talons digging into the trunk her breathing a soft pulsed continuous rush. Her climbing was a little ungainly but smooth and She looked to make sure Thane was coming. Once the worm floated beside her talked as she went, ♫If your houses are like these I think they need stairs. I could probably fly from up there though! Ours are large fungus. We do not have trees because there is no dirt or sun. Our world is black and has a ceiling. Or at least maybe you do not have a ceiling I have not flown so high before.♫

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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N'dal appeared and immediatly dropped to all fours, his tail twitching and his ears laid back against his head as he glared around, eyes trying to adjust to the light.

One moment, the Firran tribesman had been working on patching a hole in the side of one of the fishing clippers, the next he was tumbling through space and time, howling in fear as he was ripped from his simple and content life into a strange place with strange people, who spoke a language he knew not.

Needless to say, he was quite ruffled.

"Amun ta Koro! Kna tagi foshn'aka forth baleton!" he shouted, his voice breaking from a combination of fear and his young age. his hair stood on end and hackles were clearly raised, and he kept low to the ground, one hand rigidly gripping at the dirt beneath him, the other coiled and ready to strike with the very sharp claws he kept especially clean in the hopes of catching the eye of a female he liked.

Of course all anyone else would see is a rather large tigerlike bipedal feline wearing primitive garb cut from some animals hide, who was growling and hissing at anything that dared come close.

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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"Terra? Yes, and I suppose my machine did work..." Ezrael pondered as he rubbed his jaw, only for a second person to appear, much to his alarm. His eyes narrowed as he reached for Nadya to pull her away from the suddenly appearing feline, worried about hostility. One hand absently waved to the side, sapping magic from the cube overhead to prevent it from summoning anything else without Ezrael's intention.

"Step behind me kindly? It looks harmless but there's no telling if I've accidentally summoned something nightmarish in the appearance of a-" his eyes narrowed, examining N'dal, "-Tiger person. Hello tiger person. I am Ezrael and this is my new friend..." He glanced at Nadya hopefully, though the smile he wore looked more like a grimace.

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Nadya stepped behind him. "Nadya." She answered the prompt and peered around Ezrael's side, rather curious. The girl tilted her head to the side and looked the other. Not paying attention, she barely noticed as knowledge slipped into her mind. "I think he's my age." She informed him. "Or young like me." He didn't look like a nightmare, jsut scared. The teen kept Ezrael between him and the creature though.

She hesitated just a moment. "I do...I have a translator, in my head. He'd have to speak more though." It had to figure out the language first, if it was working. "It's a bit glitchy, but it mostly works." The teen's softly accented voice was carefully kept calm, trying to keep the situation from being worse. She was still on Terra. It should still be all fixable, maybe.

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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"Nak tu vandere! Almna thasado kna!" N'dal continued to shout in a frightened tone, skittering backwards as he did, his eyes darting around as he sought an escape or, well, anything he could recognize. It was all different, like nothing he had ever seen, and he was the more wandering of all the kids in his village.

Nadya's translater would have to work extra hard to decipher the language, as there would be no current syntax or generic to draw from. The language, if she was the sort to research these things, would have the closest approximation to one used by the long since extinct inhabitants of a world that had suffered a cataclysm millions of years ago. Whatever that meant would be up to interpretation, but suffice it to say the translation was spotchy and difficult.

In the end, the best she would be able to get from it was "I am where! What place this!". Obviously grammer and syntax were going to require some work.

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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"Right, Nadya and I mean you no harm," Ezrael said with hands raised in front of him, palms open to indicate that he had no weapons or tools that might cause trouble, not that tools or weapons were really his trick of the trade.

"What did he say? Anything helpful?" he inquired to Nadya, "The sooner we can communicate what an accident is the better. I'd rather not have to make a cage to keep him in until I can figure out where this thing took him from." Magic did tingle at his fingertips, but for the moment it didn't seem needed so he took no measures to actually apply it.

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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Nadya frowned. "He's scared. He wants to know where he is. Um... Where am I. What is this place?" She added the syntax carefully, likely a good translator and peered around Ezrael. "...It's not a language the translator recognizes right off. The grammar is weird." She muttered and stepped to the side so she was fully visible. The girl but a hand on her chest. "Nadya." She said firmly. Hesitating, she tried to speak his tongue, though slowly and clumsily. "Nak tu Nadya." She bit her bottom lip. Thasado tu Terra." She had no clue if she got it right, but she hoped so.

She needed more words, a bigger dictionary. There just weren't enough yet to be sure she was understood. "I'm sorry. I don't know more words. I don't even know if those were right."

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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N'dal twitched his eyes at Nadya as she spoke, understanding her words. He quirked and ear at her though, her grammer not accurate to his understanding.

It was enough, however, as he slowly began to still. "N-nadya?" He said, his unpracticed use pressing more emphasis on the *dee* sound of her name, making the whole sound as Nah Dee yaa. "Mehak... Nadya. Kukan vih hamor klessan." He spoke, tail still twitching, an obvious sign of distress for him.

The translator, growing more used to the grammer as it came to understand it, translated his words as "You are Nadya. Where am I and how did I get here."

It is a good thing the translater was becoming more accustomed to his language, because the direct translation for what he had said was "You Nadya? Where is Here, How."

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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"An open field in Terra not a far distance from Wing City, if you know the place," Ezrael muttered softly, not wishing to upset the baby steps of conversation taking place between the two, though he realized too late that Nadya was just repeating what was being said. He decided to busy himself, looking towards the cube and giving it a slight threatening gesture of his finger, then wandered in a wide arc around the dome to the next hatch, cranking it also open to allow more light in.

"You'll have to forgive my incompetence, this normally doesn't happen," he added softly, "And I would also appreciate if you kept this location a secret, as much as being out in the open a secret can be. I can't keep my eyes on it all the time and it clearly isn't without error. I dread to think what might happen if someone else tried meddling with it."

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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"I know it. Thanks." She said and bit her bottom lip. "And I will. We have to get him home." She said and then looked to their guest carefully, before focusing on Ezrael. "I'm going to try and tell him where we are and who we are again. He's still panicky, I think, but I don't think he'd going to attack." The extra light helped see a little better. There really wasn't a lot to see though. Still, the girl was confident that Ezrael would keep her safe. He seemed like a good man. Maybe a little too lacking in caution, but that probably just meant he was a mage and not a lesser magic user.

"Thasado tu Terra. Thasado tu Ezraels Workshop." She motioned an open palm to Ezrael and faced him. "Mehak vih Ezrael. Nak tu Nadya. Mehak vih?" She gestured the open palm to the being, uncertain if she was being clear. This was a lot harder than she thought it would be. It had been a long time since she hadn't had a dictionary in her translator she needed.

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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N'dal relaxed at length, finally coming to believe that he was not in danger, not right away at any rate. In any case, he believed that anyone who had such a poor grasp of simple language could not be very dangerous to him as he was.

N'dal spoke to Nadya, ignoring Ezrael for the most part as he had not yet spoken in any understandable manner. "Nak mi N'dal Mua Hanai. Ekn tor gath ganna Ebnari Heth'o Kannator."

The Translater would read back the language to the girl. "I am Strong-tail who Rides Storm. This place is not Home with Fire and Family" And thus, with the revelation of names and pronouns to it, the translator revised it's look over the language once more, completing fully it's understanding.

N'dal continued to speak, but the translator no longer had any pause or hesitation. "What is going on here? At one moment I am with my brothers Akun and Hmnala, and the next I am carried by thunder through a dark place with dark things, and then I am left here." N'dal then winced as he had tried to gesture at the room around him, and realized only then that his shoulder was badly burned, a patch of his fur had been singed off and the skin was horrid to look on, bad as the burn was.

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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Always attentive, Ezrael noted the burned flesh. As he moved to open the third and fourth hatch he contemplated whether it was his own error, the devices fault or mere fact that in the infinitesimal amount of outcomes of plucking someone from another place in the universe that the feline could have been burned merely by poor fortune.

"Well of course we have to try and get him home, this machine would be a failure of its purpose to not do so. Technically it should store the same coordinates for where the person was plucked from, transpositioned to a relative position they would be at had the device not taken them, you know, to account for everything in the universe moving, but ah..."

His head turned towards the pair, keeping them both in his eyesight. "Well it was never meant to actually grab anyone in the first place. Except something so complex as this sort of has a mind of its own, so I suppose it just chose two people 'at random', and-" he paused and blinked, "-Ah, forgive me if at any time I appear to be talking to theoretical. I don't often talk to people, let alone feel the need to explain myself."

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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Nadya gave Ezrael a bright smile. "Oh no, it's okay! Magic does weird stuff around me anyway. This is N'dal Mui Hanai from Ebnari Heth'o Kannator, but I'll probably just call him N'dal. He wants to know what's going on. He used more words, but that's basically it. If there's anything other than translating I can do to help, please let me know. And, um, maybe if you had a first aid kid I could at least bandage up N'dal?" She didn't know how he'd react to the medicines and everything else. Bandaging was the best choice.

With a gentle smile she turned to N'dal and slowly, feeding it through her translator before she repeated the words, she spoke, her grammar much better now. "May I call you N'dal? This is Ezrael's workshop. There was an accident on a machine, and you and I came here. He will send you home as soon as he is able. He must check something first." She kept her voice as soothing as possible. "I asked for bandages for your burn. I don't know if he has any." She shrugged and offered a closed mouth smile. Humans were basically the only species that smiled with teeth showing. Everyone else took that to be a threat.

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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N'dal flicked his ears at the conversation he couldn't understand, looking between Nadya and Ezrael. When she spoke to him, he was relieved. Being talked about without understanding what was being said was frightening.

"It would be strange if you did not." He responded to her question. "Nobody uses their full name unless they are being formal, or they are a den mother and intend on punishing you."

Despite the situation, he chuckled at his own jest, the sound akin to a raspy, jumping growl in his throat. At the suggestion of bandages, he seemed confused. "Do you not have hvarathn?"

The last word that he used in that sentence, despite the best attempts of any translater, simply refused to be understood. supposedly it was a name of a substance or a title of the same sort.

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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It was fortunate Ezrael did not hear that the orb was described as his workshop or he would have been embarrassed. "Ah, no bandages. This was sort of a no-fail experiment..." he muttered, rubbing his forehead in annoyance, more at his own failure than anything else, "I could attain some in a short measure. Just a short trip to Wing City, if you have the right means of travel. Perhaps I could bring you both to save some time, drop you off and when he's feeling better bring him back and send him back the normal way."

A wry smile appeared on his face as he added towards Nadya, "That's if he wishes to leave your company." He added a wink just to make sure the joke was clear. It was often so hard to express humour and he was far from an expert on socializing.

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Character Portrait: Ezrael, The Atrocious Character Portrait: Nadya Alexeev Character Portrait: N'dal Mua Hanai

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Nadya smiled at Ezrael. "That would work out! Madame Petrova has probably called my guardian by now anyway, and I'm sure we could hide his in the back of the shop. Laura won't protest too much." Though she would a little, because Nadya was a tiny bundle of chaos and disorder, and poor Laura just wanted things normal and quiet. The teen brightened. "We probably have some healing herbs at the store too! Laura would know how to use them!" Laura was a hedgewitch. She likely did know how to use the herbs.

The girl turned to beam at N'dal. "I do not know what Hvarathn is. But Ezrael has no bandages, to wrap around your wound and keep it from getting infected, so he will take us to the city. I live in the city, and my...den mother...can probably help with your burn, while Ezrael figures out how to send you home." She said and gave him a blinding grin. "My den mother is clever with herbal magic. She can help with your burn. We don't want to send you home hurt."