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With his fingers still rubbing against the soil below him, Gandrian half paid attention to those leaving and those who weren??t, before realizing that not everyone was going and he was still left with one. It appeared like Xion was definitely going to stay, which was irritating, but he supposed that the Dragon had nothing else to do but to stalk him. Raising his head, he tilted it to the left and gazed over towards Malak, whom spoke about clawing someone, before leaving. The residue that the Warlock left made him blink, as the magic he could feel off of it was resoundingly painful. Elves were sensitive to changes in the atmosphere, and with the amount of disturbance a dark force was, it was traceable. Almost as if it took him time to respond, the knight slowly turned to face his gaze towards Xion and raised an eyebrow. ??He doesn??t tell me where it is, he just randomly talks to me. This isn??t a two way conversation.? he informed, gloved fingers tugging on the earring a few times. It proved to not come loose, and there didn??t appear to be any holes or breaks in the earring, nor was there a hole in the ear. The earring appeared to be melded to the flesh, making it hard to take it off or get rid of it without taking a good chunk of his ear with it. Standing up, he poked at the limb that was cooking over the fire with his toe, before turning around and moving towards a random direction. A river was nearby, and he desired to wash himself before dinner??it was necessary and hygienic, after all. ??And it would do well for you not to torch all of the trees. If you destroy them, then who??s going to lead me to the shard?? the silver-blue gazed back once, before leaving the camp site. Water trickled from rocks to rocks, soothing any wanderer around the area, luring them to take a nice dip to relax and cleanse. ??You know, Annie? the water is your territory. You don??t have to be shy in it. Come, take off your clothes! Let me help you!? a soft laughter, coupled with prying fingers He slowly blinked once, as he shed the gloves and threw them against a rock that was half submerged in the water. Next came his pants, as soft fingers that should have been calloused from sword usage, pealed off the ties, before kicking them off onto the same rock. Water gently swayed against the clothes, washing away the blood that stained them. His shoes were toed off, before he dipped into the water and felt the cooling sensation take over his flesh. ??Are you all words and no actions?Lord Volwrath?? icy fingers that rubbed against his chest and sides, sliding like the trickle of water freezing fast than it could melt Gandrian blinked again, this time, with his entire body submerged in the water. Sometimes, he found himself receiving visions, and often times, he finds that he can??t differentiate if they were from the past or if they were possible futures. But some of them were situated so that it could have only been the past, despite his failing memory. Closing his eyes again, he listened hard to the flowing water, amplified by the pressure that soaked against his ears. The trees were talking, some complaining, some pleading. He zoned those out until the informational ones were heard. The Elder??s Crystal? deep in the Orange Fields, at the heart of Cam, there was another maze. In which, a vague description of a castle laid. The Elder??s Crystal was not an object. Suddenly, a ripple disturbed his vision, and the trees were distracted from their aid. Sea-green eyes snapped open, flashing a glow of Elvin magic, before he emerged from the water with a sigh. ??Shit?he better not have burned any trees?? the knight growled, thinking that perhaps the disturbance might have came from Xion disobeying his orders of not touching the trees around them. While Gandrian had killed a few, disturbing them while he was trying to soak information easily led them to a dead end as he was at now. Instead of bothering though, he decided to just leave Xion dwelling back at the camp and rested against a rock in the river. Sitting there nude, he just allowed the water to wash over him, as if waiting for something. Perhaps later, he wouldn??t return to the camp and just leave without the Dragon.