[Everdawn]

Avanill

Avanill did not want to wonder where Naiore had been exactly. But he did sense something which he knew he did not like. He did not like the way in which Vanwe left the camp, so secret, in such a way which made Avanill nervous. Was some unknown evil waiting for her in the dark? He suspected not, though he did wander whether Naiore would risk the safety of her own daughter. After all, he had seen the wrath of Naiore himself as she used it on her daughter.

Barrold then said what Avanill had not the courage to do. And Naiore now held a blade to his throat. So now is the beginning? he wandered as he reached for his dagger, he may have to defend himself. He thought it would be easy enough, against a woman, but he doubted whether he could withstand her elf powers. Evidently it was not fast enough.


"Leave that be, Master Avanill, if you wish to be." he stayed still and breathed deep. It was then that Naiore informed then of a task. Attack the rangers. The young man was unsettled by this, but he knew he was as good a fighter as any, after all thats how he gained his success.


Then as if a light had gone on in the dark a thought came to him, perhaps, if Ferney is willing, the chance may come to turn on her. No that would be too dangerous. but for him time would only tell.

He spent the whole day in a uneasy limbo though he did not display it on the outside, though he sat silent by the fire forming some unknown liquid and he tended it for hours. Until he put it into a bottle and back into his bag. Then he sharpened his sword and adgger and readied himself for the coming encounter.