Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=50963&page=282#2817 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 1/10/2018 at 5:36 AM It made a face. Didn't you say you were off to see a cat or something, eh?

"Yes I did," she said defensively "I just haven't found it."

*le shrug. Narrator was aware they were thoughts, and narrator was trying to be helpful :P*
The blue flame burned your hand, adding to the already painful cut that was on your left arm. It burned, however, it did not leave a mark.

(bu- *shuts up*)

Marigold scratched the back of her head with a wince. She sighed and looked at the other two.

_{(What flames have been move on so far? x-x)}

Im not threatening..... Im nearly string that I have come to retrieve what you have stolen from me she said walking forward a bit her eyes unwavering

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=50963&page=282#2818 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 1/10/2018 at 5:37 AM You break free of her grip and Sarah yells after you, running behind you and trying to catch you. "We have no time for your hallucinations, Nidia!" She snarled as the entire place shook. "I'm getting you out of here, even if it costs me my life!"

She frowned, "I'm sorry." She followed her.

"Bro," the blacksmith said, hammering on some piece of metal as you approached. "I make metal things. I don't do jars. I do buckets and cans, yes, but not jars. Seriously, man, what do you think jars are made of?"

I shrug, "Do any of your cans have lids?" I ask him, looking hopeful.

Then why are you even here? It asked. Just when I wanted to get a moment of peace.

The other two flickered there, as if waiting for you to quickly make a decision. The growling from behind you was much louder now than before.
(Red, pink, yellow, orange, and now it's yellow, baby blue, and a dark red)

"Love this stick? It's not a stick anymore!" He laughed as he snapped the spear in half over his knee, and leaned in closer to you. "I'll let you know this; you have a good nose, girlie. But you're too late. Your friend's gone."

Sarah dragged you down a hallway, to a window that was smashed open. "Oh dear, we're a bit late. Wait here, let me get a horse." She ran down some way before turning to you. "Don't go back there! Hallucinations will not make things better!" And she turned away and ran off.

"Look, bro." He said, setting his piece of metal down. "My cans have lids, yes. But you're looking for jars, so let me be a bit helpful. One question: Do you know what jars are made of?"