She stared at Dabria for a moment before returning her greeting with a small waving gesture. She couldn't see the blue ooze very well, but she could smell it.

Dabria sat down. Don't touch the nightmare juice. Have you ever had a nightmare? Mmm, well, imagine one for days, weeks, maybe even months without break. It would be.. horrible. Nice hmm? she stated. She giggled. She coughed more and wiped away the ooze on her mouth. Tivel stalked closer to Ciki. Ven just watched, clearly frustrated.

She looked down at the blue ooze, then back up at Dabria. She heard Tivel moving closer to her, and immediately became alerted, but didn't show it. She still hadn't said a word, though.

Dabria stood back up. Well well, this guy is waiting. He doesn't seem like the type that likes it. I wish you the best dreams! she said. She then started to walk after Ven again.

She huffed, shaking her head and turned, walking the other way back towards her home. She had things she needed to drop off anyway, and no use sticking around those odd people.

Cas closed his eyes despite not feeling tired. He could use all the rest he could get, tomorrow would be a long day in town because he was in need of supplies

Using her abnormal speed, she made it back home faster than usual. Dropping off her things in her bin, she flopped onto her bed, staring up at the old wood ceiling.

He eventually grew tired of just laying with his eyes closed so he sat up, looking around his unfortunate looking hut. It wasn't the best but it was home and he had decided on leaving it soon. The food sacks sitting in piles in a corner and the small collection of knives he had collected over his years of pick-pocketing and other crimes

She looked across the room to the dresser, and to the little jewelry box on it. The box held some of her jewelry from her home, some which could fetch for quite a high price. She doesn't know why she never sold it, for if she did she could become rich in a matter of days. It reminded her of her past, the young girl who escaped from the horrors of her home, with only that box and its contents in hand.

Casius pulled himself up and began to pack everything into a large satchel. If everything went according to plan maybe he could leave tomorrow. Maybe he could be free. Maybe he could escape the nightmares and the memories that plagued him every time he finally fell into a peaceful slumber