Tholim was still in shock, he knew that Falin was a hero but he didn't know that she worked the Sauriil.

Sauriil looked at Covan, 'Come here child.'

Covan shifted. Falin looked at him, "Go on, don't worry." Covan hesitated before finally approaching Sauriil, still staying close to his mother.

Sauriil places a hand on his cheek. 'There is something about this one . . . something different from everyone else. It could be nothing but . . .'

(It's up to you to decide whether it is nothing or something, Ahkrinfeynvokun.)

"Mmm, he's definitely a clever one."

Dereth returned carrying a small box.

"We'll come back later, and I hope you like the sculpture." Galie said. Tholim and Galie left the house.

REVIVE

(Was kinda hoping Strun's character would do something. *shrugs*)

Falin took the box, "Thank you."

REVIVE (AGAIN)

(Ah, the wonders of waiting to see how this cure thing worked xD )

Ysoltta shifted, once again scanning the camp they had finished setting. Kjoric walked over to her, "Relax already," His voice always carried a tone of cofidence. "We're still a couple days out from Valenwood, those elves have no idea we're even coming."

(If someone else wants Kjoric, they can have him. Needed another character so came up with him on the spot.)

Edit: Chani and Sorada are now Ysoltta and Kjoric

Sauriil sat quietly, images of the sacrifice flashed in front of him.

Silvan looked at Sauriil. There is something up with him.

Falin studied the small box before sighing and unlocking it. 'One life for many . . . that was his thought.'

"Shall I go hunting for more food?" Tholim asked.

"Yes." Galie replied. So he grabbed his bow and set out, he sees a deer running, then two trees fall to the ground.

What in Oblivion? Tholim sees a group of Bretons cutting down trees (the emblem look like this) 

'Falin . . .'

(Crap I totally blanked and thought they were Redguard! Hahaha Chani and Sorada and be mercenaries or something then.)

"I know, Sauriil . . ."

Covan was fixated on something outside. The sound of someone crying drifted on the wind.