Chaswh di Gahhr

"Not the room... I mean that." He points at the being.

"Deal with that, as well." Her kitten seems to laugh at Zorvan.

"Zorvan, half of me is dark. I will protect you."

You would almost think it rolled it's eyes. "I see you are quite proud of that." It offered a slight smile, looking about the group. The chaos magic which spiraled about the one called Zorvan seemed special. Loup, as he called himself seemed assertive enough to be the guide of this troupe, but was not the one who led them into this place.

It's eyes narrowed, looking up and about for a moment. "Who had the wise idea of coming to this place?" It asked softly.

Woari raised her hand, smirking. "That would be me, oh shadowed one."

"No, definitely not proud of anything I just said, neither my title, nor my conflicted nature, merely accepting."

"Oh, not proud of who he is. Well I can't see how that is any better, my you are one confused champion of this world." It held back a laugh. Turning again to the elven girl, looking her over with all of 15 silent seconds, it must not have known what to say at the moment. "Very good... leave."

She meets it's gaze defiantly. "No. These caves are the only semblance of shelter we can reach tonight, our tower is gone, and besides that, you alone cannot lay claim to them." she smirks. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a while, before you can play your lonely music all alone once more."

Zorvan tries to shake himself free from Loup's grip. "Why should we?"

"Zorvan..." Loup says dangerously, his eyes flickering red for an instant.

"Loupy.." Woari repsonds, to a comment not meet for her. She means no disrespect toward the senior mage- okay, well, maybe a little.

"Hmm, Warty?"

She twitches. "That nickname is.... Horrid. I'm a healer, I have no warts."

"That is no problem of mine. Your tower was your sanctuary, this... is mine. I may lay claim to it as I please, for every shadow in it's damp halls, are mine." It spun around using the staff as a walking stick, each tap on the ground made the cave rumble something fierce.

"Call me Loupy, I call you Warty. It's only fair. And... I sense..... Interesting."

"Nuh-uh. I ain't leaving, not without the faintest hint of where I'll go." More then defiance sparks in her voice- exhaustion lies beneath the surface as well. The young healer acts braver then she feels, every last drop of her power wasted in a futile attempt to save her teacher. She couldn't heal a paper cut at the moment, much less close an artery.

Zorvan manages to raise an arm and throw a bit of chaos magic. The roof of the cave above him becan to be come covered in thorns, three inch long thorns. Roses, of course. Pink, with a few dark violet ones.

"Sleep, Woari. You need your rest. I shall keep watch tonight, we should leave in the morning. And you need to sleep as well, Zorvan."

"No I don't!"

"Please, Zorvan?"

"I can sense how tired you are. You need to rest. Nothing will happen to you."

"Bah. I'll be quiet. And maybe I'll sleep. Maybe." He yawns. "Still not ... Tired."

It held a steady gaze to hers, the wasn't so much determination in it's own eyes. A sense of defeat already filled them. "Why not find another tower to burn down. Home intrusion isn't worth the punishment... least you want to piss off a very old and powerful composer who cant find the peace to finish a single song."

Woari's eyes darkened. "Oh, sure. That'll be easy, when frozen and starving with a half trained healer, chaos mage, and church girl. It's not like it's the middle of winter, or like building a new tower takes years." 'It's not like we're still grieving the ones we lost...' she thought to herself, the memory of her teacher coming to her mind unbidden.