*Something is heard rustling outside one of the windows of the inn.*

*For those close enough to the window to see, watch Fy'Rin disappear in the woods as a group of Town Guard are making their rounds get to close to where he was listening to the conversations in the inn.*

*Fy'Rin after staying with the gourp a while after starting out, heads off ahead of the group scout."

*Fy'Rin is looking a little worse for ware, but should live.* *After to listening to the current topic of conversation a moment.* "What? Turn back? We've only been gone a day. ONE DAY! I for one will meet death before I give up completing a mission. We all knew this wasn't going to be easy and ...

*Fy'Rin regains consciousness, but is still very groggy and speaking incoherently.*

*Though Fy'Rin is trying to assist, it is obvious that something is effecting him. His reactions are slowing and his sword has started to swing more wildly. The color has left his face and is growing more pale as time passes.* *After a few moments Fy'Rin, still swinging wildly, starts to head off fr...

*Fy'rin takes cover and trys to dodge/deflect the arrows that he can, trying to defend the healers.*

*Wayne: Since I was it by an arrow and not an elf, how long will it be before the poison starts effecting me?*

*Fy'Rin quickly tending to his wounds.*

Did anybody, see which direction they came from?

*Wayne: Having seen them before from the attacks on Haven, are these witch-wood arrows?*

*Even though it's stating the obvious* :) EVERYONE TAKE COVER! *Fy'Rin darts across the camp and grabs Eli. He carries him over closer to Ollumm, Jason and Skress, Since they have shields it will be easier to try and keep him covered.* *I'm assuming that his sending circle spell was droppped when he...

*Fy'Rin is cleaning his sword, while sitting under the tree. Not moving from his spot* I'll take second watch. Are we doubling up on watches, or shortening the watches? There's more than enough of us and with all the besties, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea. The fire and smell will only keep them...

*Fy'rin thanks Varys for the healing and helps police the dead bodies.*

*As long as nothing else is needed of him and the rest of the party is fine, Fy'Rin returns to his spot under the tree.*

"Shoo, you ugly beastie," he yells in a loud voice and stamps his feet while waving the fire at the cat. "Go away! Yah!" *With a smirk on his face* I think there really scared now Varys. Look at'em go... :wink: *As he scans over the group* This stalmeate is getting old. Shall we...

*Makes ready and awaits the cat to make it's move*

No offense taken, My lady, and I have no doubs about your ability to handle yourself. I'm sure your, very capable.

(OOG: Since it was our camp for the night, I would hope we would already have a fire going.)

We should form a circle, backs to one anohter, as close to the fire as we can manage. Eli and Skress in the middle.

*Fy'Rin snaps to his feet and makes ready and rouses those who did not hear the roar(s)*

*Fy'Rin, who has not moved from his spot under the tree, still looks content in sulking.* *Those from the camp may notice him pull something out of his belt pouch and just stare at it for a very long moment. He clenches his fist around it tightly and raps his head against the tree a few times, befor...