"Iris Iris!" A little boy called, running up to Iris.

"Nuri, is there something wrong? Why are you here?" Iris smiled as she stooped down to the boy's level.

"Why?" The little boy repeated, "To give you your birthday present!" He said, presenting a basketfull of eggs, "I've been raising chickens for a year! These're their very first eggs. I wanted you to be the first to have some!"

"Why how sweet Nuri!" Iris smiled. She was going to continue when her father walked up.

"Iris, I need to talk to you alone...." Her father said, strangely serious for once.

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Fenris had to have been wandering around Fayon all day, it felt like. She was growing weary of her search. She hadn't slept well in days, refusing to really rest until she found Balders Chosen. And if the Valkyrie knew where she was, it was only a matter of time that Fenris had to find them. But she knew they were here in Fayon. Not only did the Sentinal Breeze lead her here, but she could tell, in her soul, in her heart.
Fenris was walking through the market section of the city. As she passed a group, something hit her. She wasn't sure if it was Sentinal Breeze that was leading her, or her own feelings, but somehow she knew... THESE people.... these people are Balder's Chosen. She stood and watched them, unsure weither she should trust her instincts or not... they seemed like such a rag-tag group. Not only that... but how was she suppoed to approach them? It's kind of hard to just walk up and go, 'Hello, I'm Fenris, and the fate of the world lies in your hands.'

Darilk straightened back up, ignoring Truce, who he was going to help up, and moved his attention onto the strange warrior woman who was watching him and the others who had fought against the face worms. His hand slid to the pommel of his sword, as he prepared himself for whatever she was planning, but didn't make another move, waiting for her to reveal her intentions.

Truce had frozen after he had fallen; he was sure he was in deep trouble, he did remember how angry the man had been when the horn had been stolen. After a while he realized that Darilk had begun to ignore him. Unsure what to do, he looked at what captured the dark knight's attention.

Once again he froze once he saw the girl, he had a funny feeling that kept him from doing or saying anything. Unconsciously he touched his bracelet (a shrunken version of the shield) as he suddenly was reminded of the mage he had met years ago. She looks like she wants something. The last time he remembered someone wanting to get something from him they had tried to blow him up. He did not like getting blown up.

Jerick had once again been following wordlessly behind, looking around curiously at anything he passed, until a mysterious woman stood before them. Jerick felt no threat, but something was definitaly amiss. he had best be prepared.