Kouen slows down once more, this time he dives into a bush and sorts the leaves apart so he could see. Several Ixal beastmen in the meadow wandering, roving about peering around for something, or someone. Over in the distance a tall meadow tree looms over the presiding bird-like craven creatures. Delicately flowing in the wind like silky green hair, draping and dangling over the meadow except for one strand of hair. A black miqo'te tail.
He spots the young woman perched upon the branches, trapped by the aboriginal birds of the Xelphatol canyons. Time may be against Kouen, if she did tinged the thorn, there is a possibility, at least in Kouens mind that she could have extracted Saint Allenes Fire.
Several to the left. A few more on the right He checks his quiver.
Not enough. It hasn't been THAT long. Albeit a little rusty; he touches his ye olde faithful saber.
Hears a faint growl from behind
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He spots the young woman perched upon the branches, trapped by the aboriginal birds of the Xelphatol canyons. Time may be against Kouen, if she did tinged the thorn, there is a possibility, at least in Kouens mind that she could have extracted Saint Allenes Fire.
Several to the left. A few more on the right He checks his quiver.
Not enough. It hasn't been THAT long. Albeit a little rusty; he touches his ye olde faithful saber.
Hears a faint growl from behind
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