::It was from a distance, he watched the scene. On the back of his horse which raised high into the air letting out a loud whine before stomping his hooves back into the muddy soil. The hedgeline of the forest. His sword grasped within one hand out to his side. His cloak and hood once again shrouded his entire figure. He watched the one he had grown so attached to; just meander about her life as if he wasn't even missing from it.::

"....."

::He sighed to himself as he just pondered over the concept, 'Why did I think I could finally change'. Nothing ever changed, and certainly not society. He would always be a spit upon the mark of acceptance. Maybe the sage was right, maybe to find what he had once lost so many years ago was truly a task not worth pursueing because, ultimately, it couldn't be found.::

"..they are being hunted.."

::He said to himself, seeing this injured Griffon and earlier learning of a captured one. It was not in his power to find redemption, but it was, however, in his power to find justice. If they could not let the past be just that, than either would he. He would use this curse to right the wrongs of his past; or so that is what he thought. If he did belong here.. then maybe, just maybe, he was right along.. he didn't belong anywhere.::

"H'ya!"

::He bellowed as he kicked the side of his steed and it instantly kicked from the dirt and the two charged off into the distance.::

Let me help you, I can heal you if you let me.

After he threw the pebble with the note back down he sat beside the griffon still stroking it. He ran his hand along its wing and discovered that it was broke. The griffon let out a screatch when he hit that spot. He pulled out some wrappings and herbs from his pocket and began slowly bandaging its wing. He stopped ever so often so not to put it in unnecessary pain. The griffon snaped at him a couple of times then calmed down again.

*Reads the paper. sighs an heads up to the roof. Climbing out the window once again. She slowly walks behind Daeron eyeballing the griffin.*

::Only hours ago, he had ventured from this place. But now by the tree line, he once again stood mounted on his steed. He saw the two on the roof, as his eyes slightly narrowed. Not in rage or anger, ut to better see what was going on.::

"..I guess, now I know."

::Last he remembered, she wanted to be alone again. Yet there she was and was far beyond that. Blue eyes lowered downward a moment as his sword lowered. He then slipped off his horse as he patted his behind.::

"..you were once free, and now you may go at last.."

::the horse took off for a moment but then he stopped and looked back, his head lowered and he slowly moved back but he came to a sudden stop as it rose to his back legs and turned slightly away from him as that blade was raised just inches from his face.::

"..I said leave me alone. You are now free again.."

::He lowered his blade and stepped into the woods, through some bushes so the horse could not follow. Head lowered the horse seemed to be sad. The silver wolf came out and just sat on his hinds watching as Kashell disappeared into the darkness. The horse, well, he just sat there and whined.::

*decides to leave Daeron alone with the griffin. She gets off the roof an walks back to the Inn. Taking a seat in the dark corner awaiting Kashell.*

::While Kashell was nowhere to be found; his horse and silver wolf companion remained at the edge of the forest. Seeing the redhaired one reenter the building the horse trotted into town as the wolf stayed behind and waited.::

::The horse's black eyes peered into the window as it tried to get the woman's attention. He whinnied loudly and swung his reigns to tap against the glass.::

[haven't rped in forever, forgive me, I'm sure I'm rusty]



A woman walks through the towns square, nearing the Inn. A quiet melodic tune is audible upon her approach. As she nears the door, she turns to survey the scene. Her long and agile fingers grip the doors handle, a coy smile playing over her lips as she enters the Inn.

"Salutations traveler. Could I offer you some elvin wine, a hobbits grapan liquor, or perhaps a potent dwarven mead. I also have the locals favorite a Goblin's Brew," Boromir the barkeep offers.

The new woman approaches the bar, settling her bottom against a scarred bar stool. "I would love a warm cider if you have it." She smiled sweetly. "The weather is turning quite beautifully out there." Her gaze was then transfixed upon a window.

A tall athletic stranger enters the tavern

"Well met fellow travellers. Greetings from Garisse Burrad. I will have a tankard of your finest dwarven mead bartender"

Sensing a fun, warm soul, the woman smiles to the new comer, saying "Will you sit, Sir?" whilst motioning to the stool next to her.

" I gratefully accept your invitation fair maiden"



Garrise takes a seat on the stool next to her

The woman extends her hand towards the one, Garrise. "My name is Cassi Opeia."

"How does it go tonight fellow travelers?"

Garrisse take Cassi's hand and lays a kiss upon the back of it

"Do you wish to have a few drinks with me fair Cassi Opeia?"

"This has been a lovely evening, thank you for asking. And how goes it for you, Garrisse?"

"It has been a long and dangerous journey but my spirits are high and I am looking forward to many adventures."