The elf jumped from where he was lightly touching the bleeding spot in his head. "Don't do that!" He said crossly. "You scared me!" Dexion huffed.

"Shh, keep your voice down you'll only make them angry." The dark elf said lightly. Though the spiders didn't seem to listen as they continued their attack on Dorian. "That's enough! To your room all of you!" He shouted. At this the spiders backed away before climbing up onto the walls. "Sorry about them. They don't see guests often."

Nicote shrugged. "Sorry, Dexion. Oh yeah..need some healing?"

Newt poured potino onto a small cut on his leg. "Some kids you've got."

"Is it that bad?" He asked holding the spot on his head. "I knew it was bleeding but is it bad bad?"

"They aren't my kids. They are more of pets then people." He said looking over the young boy. "And whatof your friend? Is he alright?" He asked looking past him towards the mage. "Oh y-you I'm don't look so good." The elf said.

Azurian slowly got up, his mind awakening as he stood. Looking around, he saw no one else. Unfolding his wings, he left the cave, placing the entry rock exactly where it had been before. Gliding his gaze around the area, he noted that still no one was around. Muttering, he said: 'I could've sworn someone else was here.' He appeared to have forgotten what happened in his cave.

Saria and Taeri popped out of the cave, and followed Azurian, assuming something was about to happen.

Azurian slowly plodded to the edge of the forest (because remember, it was a clearing.), looking up at the treetops. Sighing, he spread his wings, ready to patrol the forest again, in case the darker forces were slinking through it, like they always tried to do. His magic had slowly being building over time, and his patrols gave him time to think about his former home.

Saria and Taeri followed, their wingbeats matching Azurian's so as to avoid alerting him.

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Azurian continued to slowly gain elevation, the only other thing moving apart from his wings were his eyes, searching to ensure the security of the forest. It did have some powerful beasts in it that would defend their side, but the side of chaos had legends of beasts that could breathe a minor flame, to consume all vegetation. Looking down, he noticed the small party among stones of the fallen, along with the spiders still scuttling away. Gliding down, he landed in a small grove of trees just outside the area. He folded his wings, and watched what was happening to determine which side the small party was with.

(They are currently deep in the catacombs of an ancient burial site. You really wouldn't be able to see them from the air.)

The wound on his side flared, the bit of stone lodged in it hampering his ability to fight the spider off. Though at the deep stern voice of the elf the spiders retreated. There were no words to be said even as he was addressed. Dorian looked up weakly as he was spoken to by the elf. At this point the side of his face had begun to darken, tendrils of darkened and infected blood showing through now.
"He's been poisoned." The grey elf said harshly. "We need to get him back to my camp and quickly. It might already be too late." In a swift action the elf picked the mage up in his arms. He made the task look incredibly easy, almost as if the mage weighed nothing. "Quickly now! Try to keep up!" He said before running off down the hall towards his camp.