Wren sighed, back against another tree. Viper had run off, the ghosts would go to get the Knights...this had all been a colossal waste of time. He eyed the glade from a distance, feeling the emanating malice and rage pushing against the edge of his mind. He'd almost overdone it, enough so that he was no longer comfortable using any more of his djed today. The muscle had been flexed and even as the sweet whispers begged he try it again, he bit down hard on his own tongue, the pain forcing him back into the here and now.
He began to clean the blood from his blades, methodically, dully, not bothering to answer the Kelvic's confession of powerlessness. Honestly, she had known so little about it...and the Hunters who came before seemed plagued of minor issues compared to the horde that had attacked them then. Perhaps it was capable of reading intention...or, like him, had a distaste for unrestful spirits.
Cleaning the last of his blades, he sheathed them and retrieved his horse, tying it to a low hanging branch while they waited for the Knights to arrive and take over.
"Should have been a Knight's issue to begin with," he chastised quietly, brushing wolf fur and crusted blood form his leather armor, "For a protector of the forest, you should learn the value of properly assessing a threat." Looking up, cutting the distance between them with a withering gaze, he shook his head.
"At least you'll honor your word of payment for our troubles...so this wasn't a complete waste of time."
He began to clean the blood from his blades, methodically, dully, not bothering to answer the Kelvic's confession of powerlessness. Honestly, she had known so little about it...and the Hunters who came before seemed plagued of minor issues compared to the horde that had attacked them then. Perhaps it was capable of reading intention...or, like him, had a distaste for unrestful spirits.
Cleaning the last of his blades, he sheathed them and retrieved his horse, tying it to a low hanging branch while they waited for the Knights to arrive and take over.
"Should have been a Knight's issue to begin with," he chastised quietly, brushing wolf fur and crusted blood form his leather armor, "For a protector of the forest, you should learn the value of properly assessing a threat." Looking up, cutting the distance between them with a withering gaze, he shook his head.
"At least you'll honor your word of payment for our troubles...so this wasn't a complete waste of time."