Elmattai entered the nearest forest and a feeling of absolute corruption filled his body.
Cysin's signature ability, so it seemed. Draining a foe's power and energy from a distance, and picking them off when they're weak.
Elmattai knelt down to heal a plant, but he found that his ability wasn't working. He couldn't heal anything here, Cysin's ability was likely different from their rotten touch.
The hunt was on.
Nys'ina walked to the outskirts of Ichnae, walking into a tavern. She ordered a drink.
"What say you put on a show fer us with that instrument of yers, eh?"
The bartender caught her attention.
"I'm no good at it and I'd prefer not to."
"Come on, I'm sure they'd pay ya fer it!"
He placed the glass of wine on the table in front of her and Nys'ina passed a bill to him.
"Again, no thanks. Maybe if I hadn't had a dreadful day."
"Suit yerself."
Humans. Arrogant creatures. They should learn to keep out of matters that don't concern them.
Robin lunged with the blade, but the man dodged, and the parakeet, Talon, fled the scene.
"That was sloppy. You were never good with a blade."
He kicked her in the side, flinging her into a wall.
"You also left your guard open. You're disgracing our name, Robin."