Gregory had given up flying for today, he wished to enjoy a walk through the forest, and he had no dire need to be anywhere. The dirt felt good on his soft-booted shoes, and a relaxed, slow wind felt better than the aggravated wind that beat at him while he flew. It was warmer here near the earth, the sun had time to hit you and warm the very cackles of your soul. All around him was a green paradise, trees taller than city buildings and green shrubs thriving with life. Small woodland animals scattered as he approached, but never went very far, and even the odd herd of deer stopped to stare at him.

He had, at one point, worried about being jumped by the odd group of highwaymen, but he soon was over such a fear and was peacefully enjoying his walk. He was on a well-trodden trail, one that apparently led to a Norwood Lake, a good place for him to rest for tonight, tomorrow he was going to fly, and wanted plenty of energy for the trip. He would fly to his old estate, to meet with his father and hopefully get a chance to talk to his mother. He had a feeling that she knew much more than she was telling him. No longer was he frustrated about his mother keeping information away from him. His mother now was nothing but a tool as the search for Lynthear continued, and as much as he denied this, he knew it for truth.

The exit from the trail to the lake was an abrupt one, probably because it struck as Gregory was deep in thought. The waters were calm and blue, a few large scattered rocks sat at the shore. There was a man, perched on top of the rocks, seemingly asleep while sitting, thus Gregory decided it best o leave the man and set up his camp. Chaon had become a busy place to travel nowadays. The roads were always travelled and the good spots to stop were always already occupied. What disturbed Gregory the most was that often times, people came to this land for the wrong reasons, and evil was constantly festering. All out war between good and evil was inevitable, and the odds did not stack well for good. The god of light was missing, while the god of darkness remained. Vagabonds of good were washing away with the tide. Few representatives of good remained, and Gregory knew with pride that he was one of them.

Camp was quick to set up. He gathered small rocks near the comatose man and formed a circle for a fire at night. He picked a spot relatively close to the water and dug out something of a hole with a stick, just enough to lower him a few inches while he slept. He knew trying to hide would be futile, as one with massive wings do not remain secret long, especially when those wings have a tendency to act of their own accord while he sleeps. He sat next to his hole and surveyed the area. Long green grass surrounded the lake, sandy rock-peppered shores within a few feet of the water itself. Trees lined an area twenty or more meters from the area, and scattered rocks cut off the other side of the beach from this one. With such peace around, he decided it best to bide his time with some activities. Removing his shirt, he flapped the kinks from his wings and took, off, flying over the lake, staying one meter from the surface he hefted his spear. With a quick swipe he began his practise. No imaginary demon survived against the blade of his spear.

Kalius collapsed against the body of a thick elm, and slowly slid into a sitting position ontop a bed of cool moss that lay below. Kal's day had progressed uneventful for the most part, not that he would of preffered other wise, and he was looking forward to another easy night staring into the stars. Closing his eyes to remove the sun, Kal could not help but chuckle to himself for even though the forest was only removed from his sight for seconds, he missed it. In a matter of moments he would be back among towering trees and beautiful flowers. He knew that. He knew the plants would not turn to cold stone, nor would the critters whom he loved, simply run away if he closed his eyes. Still, knowing these events can not come to pass did little to diminish Kal's thoughts. He almost regretted having to blink.
'Listen to me, i probably sound like a child who's afraid of the dark' he lightly thought.

Noticing a delicate, orange flower admist the moss, Kal leaned over and gently stroked the petals, careful not to harm it. "I am being foolish..." He softly whispered half to the flower, half to him self.
Readjusting himself to lay down, he placed all his weight and leaned onto his right arm. Kal removed his simple dagger from his boot, untied the recently aquired horn from his belt and removed his dirty shirt, which he then placed up against the tree's trunk. Among the treetops sang a blue bird, out of place Kal thought since it is the only one of its kin he has seen latley. By the small birds song, the way she paused in between courses led Kal to believe something had caught her interest by the lake. Perhaps he would see if his conclusion was correct, but later.

Mentally recounting his most recent exploration of the trails and streams, with his eyes open, his attention shifted over to the little horn. Giving the flower, whom he declared his friend, one last brush with his index finger Kalius took the horn in his hands. Bringing it into the sun he noted how old it looked, and more peculiar was the fact it was covered in chicken feathers. while it looked different than any other piece he ever came accross, that was not why he did not simply leave it in the river. Something about the instrument called to him, the call of magic. Kalius, never being one to decline a call, was eager to find its use if indeed in even had one. Bringing the horn to his lips Kal slowly exhaled.
'co oo u..' was all the sound it made. Laughing to himself he tied his dirty hair into a ponytail, squinting away the suns glare. 'needs a cleaning, it seems'

Wrapping the horn in his shirt he then tied it to his belt, and returning the dagger to its home Kal rose. After the proper farewell to his little flower companion, Kal descended the small hill towards the lake. He knew he would regret his decision about the makeshift horn bag come nightfall. While handy, he was now shirtless and gonna have to rely on fire to warm him. Rounding the last few trees he entered a small clearing, and a bright smile filled his young features. People! two small camps seemed to be set up, and a man sat atop a rock. About to approach the seated person, Kal noticed his error. He was meditating, Kal recognised this clearly. In his old village one must enter the same stance for hours, some for days to await acceptance from the tree spirit. It was a right of passage, one Kal deeply cherished.

Backing into a small bush-like tree Kal sat back down, forgetting about the horn for now. Hoping for his first human contact in days he sat in wait, either for the man to rejoin our world or the other camps owner to return. Turning to his side he noticed a family of daisys, which widened his smile. While he waits for his soon-to-be-friends to return to camp why not talk to these flowers.
" Hello there...do you know the orange flower on the hill?"

Gregory shuttered as he performed his last exercise. Sweat was beading on his body and dropping from his nose. With a relieved sigh, he closed his wings and allowed gravity to take him. The water was colder than he had expected. It was almost too cold to be refreshing, but none-the-less he enjoyed it. Coming up from the water with a great burst of air, he smiled and looked at the falling sun. He supposed it was about time to return to his camp, and with a smile he turned towards camp and nearly opened up his wings. He forgot how well wet wings flew.

By the time he reached the shore the light of the sun was in it's last futile war with darkness. He was now even more sore from the effort of swimming across the large lake, and he found it a apain to push himself up and walk through the shallows to the beach. As he approached his camp, he openned his wings slightly and shook them, sending water off in all directions. His bedspread would be rewarding tonight, but first he needed to eat. Sitting contentedly by a small fire he gazed up towards the sky and extended his hand to the pit. Summoning a small amount of magic, he chanted light words. "God's Spear."

A tiny string of thunder reached down and struck the pit, igniting the dried timbers and logs that he had placed within. Sniffing the ozone in the air, he gazed into his created fire and revelled in it. His magic was starting to flourish very well, and his control of it was almost unmatched by even his late father. Only after looking into his fire for a moment did he realize that he didn't have any food left and a frown creased his face.

Under a young spruce, having drifted off to sleep once more, Kal's mind swam. Sounds of life and aroma's of nature soaked into his mind and body, and the druid was glad to accept them. Cool breeze dancing along the branches of ancient oaks, rustling the nests of many mother birds and their young. Crickets and the like starting up there daily song, quiet at first but increasingly rising in tempo. Sweet flowers, many flowers, and young trees (saplings really) lending there aroma to the almost serene feeling. One more thing intrigued his senses, the smell of a freshly started fire.

Kal's eyes opened immediately at the new smell. Although still tired and more than a little sore from his unexpected nap, he quickly cleared his mind and after a few half-hearted moments finally arose. Noticing that along with the sun, the temperature dropped significantly made Kal glance down to his hip where his shirt held the strange horn. Shaking his head, deciding to accept his choice with out regret, the druid collected his belongings and started to the camp.

Shifting his cloak from one arm to the other, Kal smiled as he thought about the mushrooms wrapped within. Having slept almost all day coupled with the sun dying down he was really glad he did not have to forage again tonight. Coming into the clearing Kal expected to find people, actually he rather hoped to, but even he was surprised when he caught a glimpse of wings. Wings! not of a bird, but on a man!

Fleeting thoughts ran through his mind, nervous embarassed thoughts. Kal had indeed just spent days around nature and was indeed quite under dressed.
But, Not one to turn down a chance at conversation with another humanoid ( not that he disliked his flowers!) he stopped at the edge of the camp and remembered his manners.
" Greetings, my interesting friend." Bending into a deep bow " I do hope i have not disturbed you. But We are quite cold and could use some good company" Waving at the fire, then to the winged man " do you wish to partake?"

Gregory glumly looked up from his self-deprevation state of mind as he heard the rough accent of a human beckon him. The human motioned to the fire and asked if he could take a seat, and Gregory extended his hand in a gesture for the man to take a seat. It had been a while since he had confronted a human, findly mostly demons or elves, and the presense brought him from his deep mental slumber. He smiled kindly at the man, and almost began to speak to him in elven before he corrected himself. These days his head was in the clouds, almost literally, and his constant flight made him exhausted and hard of thinking.

"Feel free to seat yourself by my fire. Unfortunately the fire comes without food." He laughed at himself, embrassed by his lack of forethought, "What brings you to this lake?" He questioned, his near-black purple orbs focussing on the man across from the fire. The man appeared quite ram-shackle, but it was no matter. Gregory himself was in no fine-toothed-comb condition.

With being invited to share this winged mans fire, his intangible feelings of embarasment were blown away. With a smile painted across his face, Kal bowed his appreciation once more and took a seat across the fire. Keeping a respectable distance from the man, not out of fear (The Druid actually felt rather calm around him), but to show his host he still had full control over the camp. Dropping his mushroom ladened cloak to the mossy ground, Kal inched closer to the fire. In the new light, he noticed his fingers were taking on a chilled blue tone which could only make him chuckle. Has he really been out here so long he stopped noticing when the slightest creature comforts flees him?

Unwrapping his cloak, he cleared his throat to attract attention.
" My thanks once more stranger, We were afraid we had a cold night in front of us... didn't we?" with the last comment, a question, he gave the top few mushrooms a gentle pat. "Yes...Cold night." returning focus back to the winged man Kal's smile returned ten-fold. "As for your warm fire and your no-doubt empty stomach" Motioning for the man to take form the mushrooms " My little friends would like to thank you for the hospitality."

Gregory took pause for a moment to gaze at his newcomer. He found it odd that the man was referring to himself as we, but he was generally used to odd people, and he could read this man's intentions and see no evil. In fact, he a very abstract form of good. He observed the man's outward appearance. The man looked as though he had spent many days in the woods, and the thin deft fingers of his hand spoke of magic, thus he gathered that he was indeed a druid. Gregory had yet to meet a druid, but he supposed that he perhaps had, only one less pronounced than his company now.

He was just about to ask the man his objectives out here in the forest before the man suprised him. He told Gregory that he and his little friends would like to reward him for the fire on this cold night, and then he watched the man offer him the mushrooms. It wasn't the fact that he was offered food that bothered him, more so the fact that the food had been referred to as an intelligent being. Gregory cocked an eyebrow at the smiling man before him, but before he could make any decisions his hunger took over and slowly guided his hand to the mushrooms. Keeping his eyes on the druid, he held the mushrooms in his hands for a moment before picking them up and bringing them into his lap.

The whole time a large smile creased the druid's face, and he looked at it as he slowly put the first piece of mushroom in his mouth. The man's intentions were pure, but he never knew just when an assassin was out to get him. Deciding to take a huge leap of faith for the man before him, he quickly shoved the mushroom into his mouth and tasted it. It tasted like damn fine mushrooms to him! He greedily chomped it to mush in his mouth and swallowed it, taking bigger bites of the next and eating as though his life depended on it. These mushrooms were great! In between bites he opened up for a question.

"Druid, what is it that compels you to stay out here in these conditions?"

Finally starting to warm up near the winged man's fire, and with a boyish smile across his face, Kal watched and hoped. Kalius deeply wanted his new friend to enjoy his offering, his contribution to the camp. Not only for his desire to be helpful, but he knew it would sorely hurt his little mushroom companions if they ever found out they were not satisfactory...
He likes them! and with that he started humming a ever so quiet tune, and gave the remaning mushrooms a congratulatory pat on the cloak.

Snacking on a rather small mushroom himself, the druid looked the man over. He was dressed rather fine, at least compared to Kalius, and was a type of elf he had never seen until now. Shaded blue, not as blue as a violet but around that area. Moon elf, he figured. Or at least shared the moon elf blood. Growing up he met and actually befriended a number of wood elves, and even a few under the sun. Moon elf though, only had he heard stories.

His attention drifting up, Kalius refocused on the wings. of course the wings! never before had he seen such a being! As a young boy in his fathers village he read, briefly at best, about celestial beings. Angels, as reffered to as some. Not one to let unknown possibilities cloud his jusgement, he figured he would just have to bring it up in conversation.

Words directed at Kalius brought him back to reality, and outta his thoughts. A wierd question at best, in the druids opinion. These conditions? Kalius thought the conditions were rather good. Clear sky, Dry ground and a warm fire. Many friendly flowers and more than abundant supply on fungi and fruit! To Kal's thinking you have not heard a joke until it has come form an apple or a tale until it is told by a rasberry!

" My exotic friend, i would say these conditions are good!" taking a chunk out of another mushroom he continued "better yet since we have met." settling back he figured he would have to say more, based on his companions face.
" I would prefer the clicks and chirps of a seemingly empty field to the hustle and bustle of a full market place. Not that i dont like the cities, they are just not home. But this" motioning his arms in a circle around him." this is my home, and in it live my family." Letting out a laugh, half aware that he even done so Kal went on " And even though my brothers and sisters argue with me some times i can not leave them for long."

Suddenly his attention went to the mushroom in his hand, and he whispered "hey now. we are guests here. There is no need for that language, just because i mentioned you dont mean you have to pipe in." After watching his food for a while longer Kal's smile returned as he refocused on his host. " i am sorry for him, he misplaces his manners...as have I." dropping the mushroom to the ground ( gentley) he extended his hand. " I am Kalius Aldura, And have taken up residents here."

Gregory paused through chewing on a piece of mushroom as the man poured his heart into his words and formed his words to love of the forest. It was a respectable, if odd; love for the forest, But Gregory supposed there were worse things to love. On his own he had come to enjoy the forest, and he counted it just as much a home as the city, but he never seemed to fully get along with it. He imagined this was due to the fact that he had little understanding of it. He didn't care much for how it worked. The only thing he really took notice of was the plants to eat, the medicinal plants and the plants and materials that carried their own magical essence.

He nodded at the man and soaked in his words, continuing to chew the same piece of mushroom that he had earlier been given. He only swallowed at the man's last whisperings. His ears were keen to whispers and soft sounds, and he easily picked up on the man as he reprimanded the mushroom for cursing aloud. This closeness with nature made Gregory a little uneasy, but it was not forcing him to put up his guard yet. As friendly as this man was making himself out to be, Gregory could see that the man was a few mushrooms short of a picnic.

He looked questioningly at the man's hand as he pronounced his name and extended his hand in a greeting gesture. As an elf, Gregory was certainly not fond of hand-gestures, as all elves weren’t, but now was not the time to go about insulting his guests. Especially after they gave him food. He took the man's hand and shook it twice lightly before releasing his grip. "My name is Gregory Faust. You may call me Faust if you like, most do." He smiled outside, but inside he scowled as him memory returned to that of Seele, the latest to refer to him by6 his last name.

Leaning back slightly and patting his now satisfied stomach, he spread his wings to their fullest, stretching out each detailed shoulder muscle before pulling the wings back in. He covered his mouth with a yawn, and a quick glance upward indicated stars in the sky, and that night was upon the two by the campfire. "So then. As a fellow magic user I would assume you have further reasons to be living this rugged outdoors. As a druid I think I have a solid idea of why you would be out here." He smiled ruggedly at the man, pulling his backpack from behind a log beside him. Digging within it for a while, he came out with a brown book. Flipping through the pages, his tongue clenched between his teeth, his fingers stopped on one such page in the middle.

"You are searching for a spiritual guide of sorts, no? Perhaps an animal or a plant, or something that symbolizes your magic perfectly. Perhaps if this is so, I could be of help to you." He offered the book to the man, reaching over the fire and holding his thumb on the page. "Have a look through. It may be of help. A wood elf druid friend of my family owned this book. That is, before he threw himself into a river. Claimed that the waters of nature were calling him," Gregory's mind wandered for a moment, "They pulled his body up just a mile from the village he lived in... Turns out his spirits called him off of a waterfall."

Removing the few mushroom's which remained on his cloak, Kal draped it over him and pulled it tight. Nice night, as most of them were in this part of the wood, but a cooler breeze picked up and Kalius grew understandably chilled. Falling fully under the spell of his humble surroundings, the druid really started to relax. Even removing his seldom used dagger from his boot did not bother him in the slightest way, which he then stuck in the ground by his side.

Faust! His friend even had a name now. It would not of bothered Kalius to call Gregory simply 'Winged Man' for the entirety of the night, but he liked Faust also. It sounds strong, brave even unique in its own way. But then again, so did 'Winged Man'.
Following the smoke as it danced toward the sky, seemingly playing games with the many, many stars the druid noticed how clear the heavens were this night.

A mighty swoosh of magnificent wings drew his attention back to his current conversation. His host was displaying his wings, stretching them most likely, in a way that truly impressed the young man. With Gregory on the other side of the fire, Kal could not help but think of an owl. He had met an owl once. Proud animals, in a way that to some would seem almost rude. On that occasion the owl would not return Kal's question or engage in idle converstion. After he finds the mighty tree, perhaps he will seek out that owl once more... Maybe.

Rejoining the conversation at hand, he was truly amazed at how perceptive Faust was. He indeed was looking for a being, someone to guide him through his first stages of spellcraft. Taking the book from his host, all he could do was shrug helplessly at his hosts last statements.
" Ah, noble quest your elf friend embarked on. One that would of, no doubt, enriched his life greatly." In between reading words of the page marked by Faust, the druid continued. "See, his downfall came in the form of misplaced trust... Water likes to play games, Hide And Seek Mostly."

Glancing up from the book, over to the nearby lake he shouted "Dont you, my friends." laughing lightly he looked at Faust and nodded. " Nothing evil, i assure you...but they love to mislead. Along with blueberries they can be a handfull." Coming to a small scetch of a tree in Gregory's book, Kal's eyes lit up.

"You previously mentioned of a guide, I as matter of fact do seek a being. She is called the Rowan Tree, mountain ash by some." holding up the picture he continued " I seek conection with her, with her physical materials being used widely in spellcasting, it is a rare tree." Pulling the cloak even tighter, now to shield from the licking flames of the fire he motioned to his friend's wings.
"perhaps, with your enhanced form of travel you have seen her? Any tree with groupings of white and yellow flowers with bright red berries will most likely be her."

Gregory grinned at the man before him. He was unsure whether he was joking about the crazed forest elf, and when he proceeded to observe his new-found friend, he was somewhat ruffled to see he was not kidding. The human had a good heart, as miss-placed as it was. He shot a questioning look over the fire as the human spoke of the games water played, but Gregory was not completely knowledgeable of the druidic magic’s. The way he saw it, if in his magic runes could provide a mind of their own and magic of their own, why not water or lower life forms.

"I suppose to some it may seem honourable, but it cannot be denied that a dead druid serves no purpose for this world." He shrugged and snuggled down in his seat, spreading his wings out behind him and allowing the cool winds of the night to relax his tired muscles. His eyes watched the bottom of the fire as the man before him continued to speak, and his eyes drew up at mention of the druid needing help. The Rowan Tree... Mountain Ash... The words ran through his mind, scanning each parchment of memory and coming up dry.

"I can't say I've seen this 'Mountain Ash', But I may have something that could help us find such a thing." He clamped his tongue between his teeth as he dug through his small purple and heavily decorated bag. His concentrated frown flipped to a smile as his hands locked on the bindings of a book, and his eyes lit up as he pulled a book twice the size of his bag out easily. The book was black leather with a green binding and a golden title reading: "Imythess in the world of chaon and its species of tree native to the lowlands by the illustrious Melon G. Baranovichi of the national alchemists’ society". He proudly hefted the huge book in his hands and handed it over to the druid.

"I suppose you should look through it. I'm sore to admit that I'm not as proficient in plants as I assume you are." he handed the book over the fire.

Watching the way Faust listened to his words, then put actual emotion into his response struck Kalius as...odd. No, maybe not odd, but perhaps not what he expected. Not what his village taught him to expect. Maybe if the druid found similar kindness in the rest of the world, the kind Faust had within him, he could sleep a little easier. Although perfectly convinced his chosen exile was the right path, a little reasurance never hurt a person. Even giving a slight nod of agreement at his host's Assesment of the Elven druid's spirit Quest, Kalius really appreciated Gregory's insights.

After Faust admitted he had no immediate knowledge of any Mountain Ash in the area, he could not truly say he was surprised. If not looking for a specific tree, one may not notice her from just passing by. Taking the second book from his some-what surprisingly strong grasp, Kal handed the first back across the fire. Looking at the book, which was an impressive size to of fit in a back pack, Kalius understood why Faust looked rather proud of it. Made of black leather, it must sell for a high price in one of the civilized settlements. But more importantly, it had the longest name the druid could ever remember seeing. A book with such an impressive reading on the front cover must have what he is looking for on the inside!

Opening the book, looking for an index of some-sort, Kalius figured he should move the conversation along.
"Thank you, for allowing me to handle your fine literature. If any book in all then land holds my answers, than im sure it it this one." Already scanning through the fourth page ( having growing up rather isolated, studying became a close hobby ) he continued " While i search the pages, lets get better aquainted. I do not believe you mentioned from where you hail. Where does a Moon Elf..." slowly his speach significantly to allow for interuption in case his previous assumption of his race was incorrect. "...A Moon Elf call home?"

Gregory watched as the man took the book in his hands, and he gratefully received his other book back, placing it in his pouch with little regard for placement. His eyes traced the bottom of the slowly-dimming fire, and he grunted as he stretched out to grab a near-by stick. A few pokes at the base of the fire returned it to life as it found new flammable. He coughed to clear his throat and leaned his head back to look at the stars.

His attention was returned to the man before him as he was asked a question. The man was inquiring on the moon-elves, and Gregory was quite willing to tell of his people. "Nowadays most moon-elves are spread out throughout the land in human civilizations. I myself was raised on land outside of Kellen with a clan. My father was head of the clan, and I'm not quite sure who is with his passing... I would assume that I am out of technicality, but my uncle is surely caring for the clan...” It was the first time he had actually pondered the welfare of his people.

His family was prestigious among the moon elves, his father leading a clan that was once rivalling the emperor. The separation war changed that as the population of moon elves dropped dramatically, but the Faust clan was still very prominent within the people. His sudden reminder of his clan left leaderless shot a pang of guilt through him. Honourably, Gregory would have returned home to take his place leading his people, but he was not ready yet. He wanted to do more. He wanted to help the country, not just his clan, but deep inside he felt an obligation to at least visit.

Under a Star-lit sky, Head perfectly cushioned atop a soft, mossy log. Surrounded by The sweet smells of nature and engaged in conversation with a new found friend. Still staring up into the cloudless sky, Kalius listened to Faust tell a little of his past. His host seemed, disconected almost, is his retelling of his past. Almost as if he himself were hearing this story for the first time along with Kalius. Or in the very least, just now thought of the words in more than a passing memory. He could understand that, Feeling the same way as he thought back to his village. Not that Kalius wanted to hide all his memories of 'home', Indeed their were a few good memories. To Few.

Coming out of his personal thoughts the druid realized that in his recollections, he placed his unique braclet ontop his lap. Seeing the fine piece of jewellry clearly for the first time in what must have been days, The young man could not help but laugh...whether or not his laugh was solely to himself or not was unknown. Rolling it over in his hand, Kal let himself truly appreciate the piece. Made of the solid wood of an Ancient Rowan Tree ( the material taken with her permission, of course) to most it would seem brittle. Kalius knew better. Rowan wood, when properly cared for, stays alive even after cut. Stays alive even when worked on by a craftsman. Flowers, Roses to be exact, Grew at there own desire across the braclet and of course, were very much alive them selves.

Along with the unique wood, the fine piece carried the property to call into the wild; to summon beings of nature, children of the earth Mother. Rubbing the smooth wood beneath his index finger, the only thing that stopped him from calling in his animal bretherin was Gregory finished his story. Having listened to his 'winged friend' , of course he has been listening, He still had a nagging question.
"your story is an interesting one. I would love to hear some of your no doubt extrordinary tales." Slipping his braclet back onto his wrist, Kalius figured he had nothing to lose by asking his most nagging question " And i am curious, my 'winged friend', how does a moon elf come upon wings?"

Narakas arose under a star lite night to lost dreams and pondering thoughts left of the past, examining the surrounding area he noticed the crackling of a energetic fire. He observed the two people sitting next to the fire, one of which was obviously far from human. Narakas awkwardly stared at the large man hosting what clearly appeared to be a large pair of wings. Quickly catching his focus, he stood up and looked into the dimming sky to find everything was the way he left it..

Narakas stepped down into the water and slowly walked threw the gentle current to the shore. He brushed himself off and turned his attention again to the fire. Narakas was curious to who exactly the people huddled around the fire was. Narakas pondered to himself again "I wonder if they would be kind enough to let me dry off by the fire." Beginning to walk towards the fire that included what seemed to be a ragged man and with odd shaped mushrooms sprouting from his cloak. Narakas chuckled to himself as he looked more closely at the man and what appeared to be some kind of celestial being. he wasn't phased by the appearance of the being too much.. He felt a strange gentleness coming from the person. Coming within hearing range of the two, he realized there was an awkward silence in what appeared to be a pause of a deep conversation. Narakas slowly creeped into the light of the blazing fire asking Gently he said,

"Mind if I have a Seat?"

((OOC- Haha Sorry For the Long Wait.. Just me Being lazy I guess))

((OOC: Sorry about how long that took. Been kinda lazy as of late.))

Gregory flexed his wings lightly as they were brought into the conversation, and he quickly reflected on his story and if he should leave anything out. He wanted to tell the man the truth, but he figured that in such times a lack of parts of the story could sometimes work out for good in bad-case scenarios. His lips formed around the beginnings of his tale when a slight movement caught his eye. The man on the rock had moved and was approaching the two by the fire. Instinctively, Gregory ambled his fingers towards his never-ending bag, ready to reach for his spear. As the man came closer, he appeared weapon less and of little threat, so Gregory relaxed and smiled at the man.

"Why yes, you may sit by my fire, so long as my druid friend here has no qualms. We were just peacefully sitting here and trading stories." Gregory pointed to a spot near the fire for the robed figure to take a seat, and he waited patiently for the robed man to take him up on his offer. "May I get the name of whom requests rest at my fire? 'Tis not that I do not trust, I merely prefer not to label you as 'robed man'."

Kalius nearly rolled over in surprise, he had almost forgotten about the man upon the rock! Upon first entering the clearing earlier in the day, the druid noticed the newest face in what seemed like meditation upon a nearby boulder. For a brief moment Kalius caught himself wondering if the man truly was meditating, because if he was not, this man slept in the most awkward way he had ever seen... Shrugging off that odd question, Kalius remembered his proper manners and aknowledged the new-comer.

"Ah i had almost forgotten about you, over on those cold rock's. It is good to see my 'winged' friend's delightful fire has caught your attention." Taking the slight break from the increasingly deep conversation to stretch out his arms and back ( all with out wasting the precious effort to stand of course) The druid continued on with his part in the greeting.

" I myself have no ill-thoughts towards you having a seat, so my advice is to choose a nice squishy rock or stick to lay upon." Suddenly glancing to the right of the group, he slowly waved is hands up and down and exhaled a quiet whistle of air, as if trying to calm an infant. " Of course as my other little friends just asked, please do not sit upon those clover's, Those are nice Clover's."

Narakas found himself pondering and searching for a location to take a seat. He noticed a tree stump next to the camp fire. Narakas remembering the polite gesture he was given, so kindly did not sit down the man's clover. Though he found it a bit awkward the man was talking to plants at all.. He slowly walked around the two men and sat down on the tree stump next to the fire. Narakas sat down with a thud on the stump, then upon sitting down he reached into his robe and pulled out a small leather flask. On the side was written. "Sino filiolus incubo vos. Diligo vestri Abbas"

The flask had much value to Narakas, though it was not worth much.. It was the only piece of his past he had left. Narakas uncorked the bottle and took a big drink, his stomach felt warm now. he looks up to the two new friends that he came upon. He felt the dizziness had begun to settle in once again. He took another drink while glaring at the fire as though it had changed from when he last looked at it while coming upon the two gentlemen. Narakas lifted the his leather flask to the the two of them and said with a small grin on his face,

"My name is Narakas, I was once a monk for a twisted temple to the north upon the great mountain. I left the temple in search of past memories and those who can assist me I will be more then ecstatic for the company.

With the flask still raised, he quickly brought it to his mouth again taking another drink, Narakas felt the ale begin to bubble in his stomach. he felt more like himself now.. He rose to his feet, looking like a new born deer now. Narakas began to stumble around the fire. He stared at the two now blurry gentlemen and asked,

"May I be sho forward to acquire your two.. hic! namesh? Oh yesh!.. where are my manners. Caresh for a drink?"