Open Chronicles The Runaway Slave

[Lectrix]

Alliria should be about a days ride from here if you follow the path North. You can get a horse from the shopkeep in the nearest town to the east. You'll have to give him some cash, but I guess you could find a way to amaze him with your magic. You'll be fine. He finished his sentence while readjusting his bracer and adjusting his bags and belongings. He turned away from the creature, satisfied with himself, and trying to contain the excitement that he had of telling this story to his sisters. He began to walk away, but he remembered something.

Oh and by the way. My name is Lectrix, not Roarke. Lectrix Vermint. It was a pleasure, Auran. He said while walking westward, turning his head to get one more good look at it before he turned and kept walking. This was certainly a memory that was going to stick around for a while.

 

[Auran]

Auran nodded in understanding at the human's directions, trying to commit them to memory. East, grab a horse, go north for a day's worth of travel. "Understood." The idea of using magic to impress the shopkeep instead of using the outsiders' currency seemed unlikely, but then again, the Pallexpri was oblivious to the routine and mechanics of human trading. In fact, Auran wasn't even sure if they knew how to ride a horse. They saw the slaves ride some, which is how they knew what a horse was, but never rode one for themself.

At the extra comment, the large glowing lights that were Auran's eyes seemed to squint in confusion. Why lie about a name? Perhaps it is a human habit, but even then it still felt odd. "A pleasure as well, Lectrix." Regardless of whatever the human's name is, it was time to prepare for their journey. As Lectrix left, Auran turned around as well, heading east. However, before doing so, they went up to a tree, feeling its branches with their finger tips. This one will do, they thought, concentrating their druidic magic into the wooden limb.

Slowly, the branches lengthened, the connection between it and the trunk of the tree loosening, before coming ofg so smoothly it was as if it was carved. Auran began to shape the branch, smoothing it out enough to hold easily. Finally, Auran held it out to a nearby sharp rock, wrapping bark and vine around it, creating at last a spear with a rather sharp and dangerous stone as the spearhead. It was a common skill among Pallexpri, even those who aren't as skilled with their magic, to be able to fashion a spear out of nearby materials with the aid of some magic.

With a newfound spear in hand and directions in mind, Auran continued on to the east in this strange new world they have found themself in.