Ithelus sat on the wall and slowly packed his pipe, his hands shaking slightly. There was a new weaight around his neck,both mentally and physicaly. His hand absent mindedly brushed Ester's necklace as he contemplated the group's future. In the morning light it all felt like the past few days were a dream; some figment of his imagination influenced by Delbrez. Indeed, he almost felt like it was one of those mornings where he used to wake up with a blaring headache, and hungoverly tried to piece together exactly how everything the night before had happened.

This was definately real though, despite the eerie silence hovering over the village. People had died here, others were dying at the very moment... Ithelus nodded to Pieter wordlessly. This village was dead but somehow the group had managed to surive.

Even though you left Lothar and Illiiya when they needed you. You even left Pieter to the mercy of the Knight..

Taking a drag from his pipe Ithelus eased himself off the wall and began to check through his belongings. He wanted out of this place, as soon as the others were ready.