Story I: The Rift

Erran's ears perk up as he hears the familiarity in the words of the creature, promptly realizing he can't understand a thing. As the tunnel goes silent, he fidgets with the blade on his hip,

"I don't like this..."

Erran creeps forward last, eyeing the pixie-like creature from the rear of the group to minimize any intimation his presence might cause.

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Seeing that the fey seems to mean no ill intent, Erran becomes more curious than cautious. Off put by the ranger's exaggerated demeanor, he more than willingly takes Seraph, failing to hide the look of confusion and concern on his face as he does so.

As Erran secures the sentient sword to a position on his off hand side, he instinctively gets low on que. Summoning his greatsword to his hand as he looks up to see the party's assailant, Erran stops as he hears the panicked tone of the creature. He stands in place unsure of how to proceed.

Pyrrah stands with her bow trained on the assailant, but holds her shot as Neph waves down attacking. She keeps her arrow prepped until the sounds of retreat fade, and then she slowly eases the tension on the bowstring, lowering her weapon to an uneasy rest.

Devanis has just handed Seraph over to Erran when Pyrrah shouts out a warning and then an arrow whizzes past. Reacting quickly, Devanis goes in pursuit of the shooter, and squeezos off a shot of his own from his crossbow. He sticks to the shadows, hoping to remain unseen in his pursuit.

Neph is still waving her hands frantically, wide-eyed and worried.

"Let him flee. There's no point getting lost in pursuit of him. Hopefully we've scared him off... "

Pyrrah angrily shoves the arrow back into its quiver and settles the bow against her shoulder.

Ameera strains to see who she is following.

Ameera, having stopped running, now realizes she is breathing heavily from the sprint. She crouches down and scans for her target.

Pyrrah kneels down and tries to make any sense of the gestures.

"Hold your kill shot until we actually figure out what's happening! For the love of the earth, why shoot a fleeing opponent?? Obviously are new friend here is trying to tell us something, and Miss Magic Trigger Finger needs to translate! "