The human inhaled sharply, the air sifting through his mysterious veil as sullen sapphire pools found themselves shutting. His chest heaved as his lungs filled with air, exhaling slowly through partially parted lips, controlling his breathing as he meditated. The man had been at this for hours, developing a greater control over his body through breathing exercises. He felt light, his concerns lofted about the cumulus in the skies at this point, unsure when he would next log off as nothing of immediate concern had come up in his real life. This was a pleasant experience: to envelop himself with nothing but 'nature' as one could call it here, little more than the song of birds broke through the foliage and curved around the bends of tall, strong trees. Before this, however, there had been a grand amount on his mind. Things had perplexed him, though his devoted time had led him to believe that his concerns were wasted efforts and energies as they lead towards nothing productive. It hadn't been until that he took this time for himself, basking underneath where the sun broke through the woven branches of the trees, that he had come to understand what truly was necessary. This experience, however ephemeral its serenity was, had reforged his spirit and rekindled a fire in his belly. He knew, with the utmost confidence, when he opened his eyes next that he would see the world without a filter. So, there he sat with his legs crossed, his eyes sealed closed under a ray of--almost--glittering sunlight. His breathing was controlled, so slow and shallow as it found its own ebb and flow. His thoughts, in the grand scheme of it all, seemed ethereal as they capered around this theme of 'love'. It was love that would become his moral, this code of conduct that he would wear like armor and don like a shield and sword to serve and protect those around him. This breakthrough washed over broke over his form like a cool ocean breeze, it was at this moment he could feel the grime of his past self float away. ... He was so perfectly still, unaware of his surroundings at this point. In respect to the foliage that shook and shivered near him, he failed to react. @Solaria
Wandering the woods wasn't something she did regularly, but even Solaria had times she enjoyed the beauty of nature and the dangers of the wild. It was a fair day, a day she would probably enjoy just as much in her own world if it were so similar- the sun filtering through the trees made foliage seem to glisten under it's warmth. "Sure is a nice....huh?" Her eyes caught sight of a man sitting silently on the ground, still as stone. While she had the instinct to want to question his position- it looked familiar to old images she saw in meditation guides in class- she noticed her long ears twitching, a sound of rustling nearby that caught her off guard. Glancing towards the noise, her eyes narrowed. Whether this man was meditating or paralyzed wasn't nearly as notable as the fact he was in danger. In the bushes, a wild boar popped out, ready to strike the man with it's head. Internally, she groaned. What was with her luck involving pigs and danger in the woods? With due haste, she slipped her sword out of it's hilt, thankful for the quick-drawing feature it included, and swiftly sliced at the creature about to attack an innocent man. It was a strong enough attack to either destroy or send the beast running- which, to her surprise, was the later in this case. She could only hope it wouldn't come back, a deep sigh escaping her lips. "It's nice not having to kill them, but..." Glancing behind her, having gotten in front of the man for the fight, she looked rather sternly at his form. He seemed well awake, not paralyzed at all. Was he really just meditating? "You must be good at clearing your mind not to notice when you're life's at risk, but you should really be more careful. Brisshal may be the spawning ground for us, but it's the same for monsters. You could've been killed for not paying attention to anything but your breath." Worried he wouldn't hear her from his zen, she walked a bit closer, crouching so that her face was barely inches from him. "So, are you listening? Will you be more careful from now on? It was only luck that I happened to be nearby, you know."
Despite the encroaching danger, the foul beast having now sprung out, Ruh would fail to respond with any action. There he remained as still as stone, not even batting an eye in the face of extreme circumstance. Be it a fifth sense or ignorance, the warmth of the midday sun that filled the clearing settled a blanket of security on his shoulders, those translucent rays seemed to slip sweet words into his ears. They told him, against better judgement, to not worry. His assurance seemed misappropriated - outside-looking-in, but he proved to be right to surrender himself to faith in such a manner. A small woman would come to his rescue, her hair a lustrous verdant green and her ears gave way to points. Her concern lead her to don her blade, swinging with might towards the boar as the unexpected confrontation--and the new injury--forced it to flee back where it came, startled by her display of courage. Despite being in the presence of his savior, Ruh Murad seemed to do nothing more than draw a shallow breath as his chest gave the slightest rise to expansion. To her dismay, her first set of words fell on what could be deaf ears, the cleric offering nothing in response to her as she both posed a question and exercised her concern. Proper etiquette would beg him to give thanks, but his form remained placid in the face of her rightfully produced criticism. Just as before, he drew another shallow breath. It wasn't until she encroached upon him - her dainty frame had been forced to crouch and lean in as little more than a teeter would send her crashing into him - that opulent, cerulean pools fluttered awake to an unexpected sight. This would be the first time they had since before her travels brought her upon him. With his first impression he was silent as those saccharine lenses settled upon her own, a clear perceptiveness about them; Sages before them often said that eyes were the windows into ones soul. "Ahh..." His mouth motioned from behind his veil, the outline of his lips were feint. "I apologize for the danger I had put you in." He nodded as he spoke. His long legs found themselves unfolding, though his eyes remained fixated to her. "I see there is a strong love in you - yes." The cleric blinked, still seated. "For you, so you may never be harmed, I will be more considerate this next time." He nodded, a feint outline of a smile could be seen from beneath his veil, his eyes shutting to fulfill the expression. He would pat the ground besides him, offering her a seat. "If you have no other reservations I invite you to join me." If she sat besides him, he wouldn't look to her the next time he spoke. "What is your name, Yladian?" He inquired. "Are you around here often, saving odd men?"
He saw 'love' in her? Well, she did have a lot of love for others, but she didn't quite see what he meant by it. Well, there were plenty of weird people anyway, herself included. It probably was best not to think too hard on it. Being offered to sit and join him, she happily obliged, dropping from her crouch onto her rump. Although she grinned softly, her eyes seemed to focus on him rather intently, eyebrows lightly furrowed. "I don't know what you were doing, but you need to be careful out here. It was a fluke I found you before you were able to be attacked by it and hurt." Letting it go finally, she caught his question. Well, he was quite astute to notice her race- some people weren't so good at remembering it's name (herself sometimes included). Stretching her arms as she sat otherwise similarly to him, she let out a soft hum, debating the best way to introduce herself. "My name is Solaria. I don't tend to find many odd men to save out here, though, no. I just come out here a lot to train and find herbs for making medicine. I'm an alchemist. Well, at least, that's one of the things I'm skilled with."
Ruh blinked as she spoke, listening to her as she policed him once more. The woman was in the right: if he had been more cautious, perhaps this chanced meeting would have never happened in the first place. Instead, she was forced to put her supposed safety on the line in the face of a total menace. Albeit, if he had been more aware of his surroundings he would never had the pleasure to sit and exchange words with her - to be or not to be? The cleric's head cocked back, looking to the sky as he leaned back, his palms planting themselves onto the ground to steady himself. "Moments before things threatened to go wry, I swore there was a feeling of 'love' that settled onto my shoulders. It enveloped me, much like the sunlight does now, and I was told to not worry." As unconventional as it sounded, he opened the door to question by offering her what had gone down those last moments. "Although, for the sake of your health, I will no longer sit so plainly in the open out in these woods." He nodded. He intended to stay behind this promise. He would, in return, offer his name. "I am Ruh Murad." Beneath his turban came the rise of a brow. The expression gave way to his intrigue in her skills. After a moment he smiled, though mostly hidden, his eyes were expressive enough. "It warms me that your love for others is so strong. I hope this deter has not impede you on your quest to aid the world." He was rather assumptive with the way he spoke: surely, the woman had nothing but the best intentions for those around him but the world was not as black and white as Ruh had hoped - everyone had something to gain from everyone. He cleared his throat, turning slightly to face her before he spoke, feint movements could be seen beneath his sandy veil. "My abilities are focused on aiding others as well - I am happy to say that this is something we share." The cleric nodded. "Although, I do not have the affinity in this world for the preparation of herbs." He stated, offering her the cold truth of it. "However, I hope one day you may be able to pass this knowledge onto me. I feel it is my duty to offer love to all those out there the best I can." The cleric nodded. "Then-one day-I hope I will have something to teach you." He mentioned. "Have you been here long, Solaria?"
His name was an interesting one, she would have to give him that. It took her a moment to mull over it, wondering how to pronounce it to the best of her ability. It was a name foreign to her in sound, but had a tune to it that entertained her ears. "Ruh Murad, hm? An interesting name for an interesting man is fitting, I suppose." As she gazed at him, noticing the small movements- his brow that was hidden by his turban, the smile hidden behind the cloth covering a chunk of his face- the woman could only wonder how he'd chosen to take on this appearance. It looked fairly warm, especially under such beautiful sunlight. Then again, it was a light color- it could easily bounce the heat back if it needed to, couldn't it? "My skills are mostly with the sword. To be honest, I've never played a game with a healer's skills in my life until now. I intend to be a nurse back home, so I felt it might do me good to take on similar skills to practice in this land. My alchemy isn't too good either, though...But I have goals, and I'll not give up until I can help many people smile." As she spoke, she took moments to listen to him as well. His consistent concept of 'love' was far different than she had expected. "May I ask who you meant? The one whom told you not to worry...I worry about it, because being told not to worry when you're in danger isn't likely the best thing, even if it's good to remain calm in a crisis. It would be bad if you'd been left alone, wouldn't it?"
Those sullen, blue eyes settled on his caramel skin did a fine job of expression, considering @Solaria only had that to work off of - and his eyebrows, too. In this world, its ceiling in creativity as expansive as imagination itself, Ruh had opted for a unique appearance, although he lacked florescent color or intricate patterns. If anything, it had been the ruby jewelry and body jewelry that stuck out the most as they glistened beneath the sun, their tones as true as blood. An eye brow rose to the tune of question, surprised at what she had to admit - she certainly lacked the appearance of some invested in swordsmanship. However, as he listened to speak he felt another soft smile tug onto the corners of his hidden lips, their outline shifting slightly beneath the beige veil of his. It was at this point that he noted her tenacity - rather, her mention of as he had yet to see it enacted. He realized that they had been a lot alike, in some ways, as their goals aligned, mingling with one another. After a brief air of silence, he inhaled audibly through his nostrils, the veil vacuuming against his face briefly as it defined against his chin and jawline. "With what you say, I am assured that we will accompany each other on many adventures." He nodded to this statement, partial to the idea considering her aforementioned 'tenacity' to develop and grow. "Beyond this game, your goals are amiable - I hope to emulate and surpass the amount of help I can offer to people in this game as I have done in the real life..." He spoke. However, those big, brilliant blue eyes found themselves cast to the side as his speech trailed off, mulling over a couple of things: for now, because of his accident, he wasn't much help to anyone - there was no use for a surgeon with quaking hands. His interest in their conversation reignited when she spoke, those active eyes of his settling upon her own pair. He pondered her question, mulling over the best way to present his thoughts in words. "No one in particular..." He opened up, listening to her speak as she voiced her concerns. Soon, silence fell over the pair for a brief window before he looked back up to her, a confidence permeated in his gaze. "But, as I think about it... It must have only happened because you were approaching - just moments before you came along I felt a warmth unlike any other come upon me, wrapping around me as if it was trying to cradle me. I believe this to be your love." He nodded at the thought, wholly convinced. "I do not feel that, if you weren't approaching, I would not have felt so serene at that last moment." It was then that an arm extended from behind his large mantle, settling on his shoulder where he gave her a light squeeze. "You being here today has taught me that there are others who try so tenaciously to help others. I feel if I tried to thank you--any way I could weave it--my words would come up short of just how grateful I am." He certainly was an odd fellow, so indoctrinated by what he spoke. "However, I do say it again - I apologize for have placed you in the path of that boar, regardless if you are the one who saved me." He mentioned, a pang of guilt still rung in his stomach at the 'what if'. Drawing a deep breath he relaxed, his arms going back as his palms anchored him on the warm dirt behind him. His legs would fully unfold, extending out as his sights set themselves on the perforated view of the sky from their current point. "I wonder how many there are out there, similar to us. Our conversation makes me want to go find them and... Well, I don't know what yet."
The man was certainly eye-catching in his own right. While blue eyes and darker skin were far from abnormal, the things that truly caught her attention were things that were invisible to the naked eye. The veil and turban were fairly unused things to her in this world- she'd yet to see someone before him with such things covering their facial features. For Solaria, it made trying to pick out his silent cues all the more interesting- but at the same time, she'd try not to pick at it too much in her mind. "Many adventures is a fine goal, but remember you ought to pace yourself." Hypocrisy left her lips like pollen on the wind, stinging her as she realized she never took her own advice. "I'll do my best to pace myself more too. Perhaps I should try to sit in the stillness sometimes. I tend to rush head-on into things, and I've been told often that isn't a very sensible play style." Then again, she enjoyed those adventures she had. Was it really such a problem? With each moment of silence, the green hair on her head felt notably more ticklish against her skin. The sun felt just a bit brighter, distraction of conversation lacking control over her mind. His words, however, hovered in her head like a cloud of questions. "What do you do in the other world that you wish to emulate here?" Curiosity killed the cat, but she'd heard that the satisfaction returned it's life. Hopefully, that went well in this moment, too, where she'd clearly overstepped her bounds. It was against etiquette to ask such personal questions in a game, yet she so regularly did so! Really, she was quite the fool. "I don't think of it as my love. I think it my mission, if nothing else. I care for people because I gain something from it. Seeing others smile gives me strength...So it's not as if I take on this role expecting nothing in return, you know. I'm sure there are plenty of others with interests like ours, and yet each of them most likely has their own reasons for that. It's amazing, isn't it? People can be o similar, yet so different!"
The cleric found himself in thought as he considered her words, they spun around as if dropped in a centrifuge, the weight of each word considered as they were separated. Pacing seemed to be an interesting concept: advertently portioning your tasks for the purpose of spacing. It confused him, really - if he felt capable of doing whatever it was that he wanted, regardless of its difficulty, he would do it. He nodded to her advice, albeit it was nothing he had prepared to heed. Despite the innocence of her question, considering how she only wanted to get the know the man, there was a feeling that pang in his gut. It silenced him briefly - it wasn't as if it was something he had never talked about before, but it was a reminder that stung in his fantasy world as it inadvertently brought him back to that point of time where his bloodied hands rose with a violent tremor, fingers disjointed as bone protruded grossly in the wake of severed flesh. No matter what amount of trauma he faced from then on, he knew nothing would surmount as the image pulsed in his minds's eye. There was a symbolism to it that he over analyzed time after time after time, when he was left alone to revisit his thoughts. "Well..." He began, his head rose and his enthralling eyes found themselves looking beyond her verdant locks of hair. "I was a surgeon at one point - I spent most of what I can consciously remember always wanting to help people, you know. But, that doors closed for me so I've returned to schooling find the next, best way to help people!" There it was - that fervor that fueled his speech before had returned. That mountainous weight on his chest lifted, that arid feeling in his throat no more as he exhaled in relief. Listening to her speak at this point set a ball of fire that expanded as she continued to offer her explanation. It brought a smile upon him, his eyes shutting at the end of her small monologue. His head nodded as she finished. "You make me realize that I, too, gain something from all this. I had never considered what is returned with the gift of my love - it is rude of me not dismiss those smiles, then." The bronzed man allowed for a moment to pass before he spoke. He enjoyed the warmth of the sun as it beat upon them, those translucent rays packed with immeasurable amounts of warmth; it reminded him of home. "Speaking with you has made me consider how I should plan to defend the weak... I only assume you ready a sword for that very reason? Between the two of us, this is really the first game I have played... growing up I studied far too much - I haven't held a sword yet." He laughed at the thought.
The appearance of his thoughts and the way his mind was running made her far more curious than she thought his response itself likely would, but she was shockingly wrong. As he spoke of his past, of a time when he worked in healing people through surgery, she stared with her lips lightly agape. Someone who really worked in such a field? A truly alarming, wonderful coincidence! "I see, so you're originally a surgeon. I'll have to ask you to help me study for my next test when we work on proper surgical nursing care." There was a class on the subject, naturally- there were all sorts of pieces to a nurse's career, after all. With a smile, she added, "Who knows? Maybe I can help you in return. Not sure how yet, but...I can dream." Relaxing her eyes, she watched his legs unfurl and opted to lean back against the grass, though not before adjusting the hilt of her blade. "I've loved swords since I was a preteen. I played a lot of MMO's to kill time outside classwork and stuff, though only simple ones, and I only played when I was at a friend's house. She always played a healer, and I always played her protector, so to speak." Finding her place in the grass, she let her eyes wander amidst the topiary above, trying to make patterns out of the sun's flickering light. "Since she's not really playing games much with me anymore, and this game isn't really one I can show her...I thought it'd work out if I played both sides. This way, it's like we're still together when I play. Though, that makes it sound like I lost her completely, doesn't it?" Laughing, she added, "We live together near campus. Our schedules clash a lot, though, so keeping her eating healthy is a real pain." She swung herself back up, sitting with her legs now curled up against her chest, eyes turned towards Ruh. "Are you taking proper care of yourself, Ruh? Like in the game, our body's are still very important. If you plan to help others, you have to take care of yourself, too. Make sure you drink lots of water and get lots of rest like you should. If you smile a lot, I bet others will smile right back at you!"
There were portions of personality that stood out strongly, so present that they were practically infectious. Her person, in general, had an interesting flair to it. As he spoke he caught sight of her bewildered facial expression, doors of breath parted just slightly enough to leave her mouth ajar. The veiled cleric was unaware of how relevant that seemed to Solaria, but found it fortunate enough that the pair shared an interest in medicine alone. "Yes, of course." He nodded to her out-loud thinking, agreeing to their-possible- real life endeavor. However, when she mentioned aiding him in return he shook his head to decline the offer. "There is nothing I will ask of you." He put plainly, simply re-routing her from a dead end to free her mind of that train of thought. In truth, there hadn't been much he needed help with in real life: his hands, though damage irreversibly, had healed and he found himself in a fortunate position to where his only true concerns were studying and occasionally eating. However, his ignorance humbled him as he failed to consider the tangibility of her help - could he use emotional support? Could she aid him in his personal healing? For the time being he would shake these thoughts off, refraining from stewing for too long. "That is sad, right?" With a minor amount of reflection, he quickly gathered where it was a crude way of asking a simpler question. He was unsure of how to feel about her situation. For one he could emphasize with her, losing a friend... however, as she pointed out: the girl had not left, she was only busy. For here on he would bite his tongue on the subject, hoping to save himself from looking the part of an ass. "Yes, of course!" The question brought a smile to his face, the goodness of her heart permeated through the clearing. The girl who sat besides him was no fool: she had a very invested way of speaking, as if she was trying to rally him up. The turban on his head had stayed in place when he nodded, its woven precision seemed infallible to even force. Smile, he thought on it. They were both aware that his smile weren't quite as impressionable as her own. "I have to find other ways to have people see me smile, hm?" He asked her, his head shifted in her direction as he remained in his relaxed stance. He closed his eyes once more, shutting out the bright sun that filtered through the leaves above them. He drew one long breath, the resulting sigh broke into a yawn that a hand instinctively rose to block his mouth. "Tell me, Solaria, what of the bad people in this world? Have you come across any?" He asked a more serious question. He found it a necessity to ask, relying on her answer to aid his evolution.
His agreement to her request was duly noted, though his refraining from accepting anything in return made her pout ever so slightly, cheeks comedically puffed before the air left swiftly, eyes kept keenly on his form. "I still want to be able to do something for you too, you know. That won't change even if you say no now. So, you better tell me if you think of something after all, okay?" A goofy grin later, and she'd let the topic go. At least she'd gotten her point across, right? As he noted how hard it was to see him smile, she shook her head, giggling. "Actually, I notice your smile pretty easily. When you breathe, there are times your veil gets tightened against your face, so the line of your lips is more visible." It was an interesting thing to notice, and one she normally wouldn't have bothered to state- but, he did want to be able to know that his smile was visible, didn't he? "I don't think there are truly good or truly bad people in the world. I like to think there's a balance, even in people who seem purely bad. I mean, I can't just avoid people that aren't outwardly nice. I'd not be doing my duty to help people if I only help a select group. And you know...Sometimes, the meanest seeming people have the softest hearts! I've met some, so I know for sure about it."
There was no doubting her indomitable persistence, not with this one. "One of these days, then, I am sure." He offered a soft smile in return to her friendly grin. He gave his most convincing nod, trying to convey an 'OK'; his turban shifted slightly with the movement. He thought about it idly and, inadvertently, he mulled over what he could possibly need - there was nothing but blanks being drawn in the head of the cleric. In reaction to her response, the male found an eyebrow rising. He hadn't been aware of just how analytical she had been, those interesting eyes of her drinking from his form as they sought to unravel the mystery that was Ruh Murad. "Ah, very nice." He praised her, sitting himself up slightly as his hands came together in a small clap. "You are very perceptive - you will make a fine nurse." He assured her - it was clear that she would have no difficulty decoding the outlines beneath his sandy veil. He tuned into her answer with intrigue, those opulent blue eyes of his settling on her own once again as he surrounded his full attention. There was no arguing that the woman was a saint of some sort - this was the response that he needed to hear. It was there that he would make a decision: Love your enemies, do good unto those who hurt you. He admired her as much as the selflessness that gilded her morality. "If there is nothing requiring your reservation, I would like to spend more time with you." He mentioned. Slowly, the slender human stood himself up until he found himself at full height. Like a cat he gave a long stretch, the cacophony of popping joints permeated through the forest as the experience elicited an audible expression of relief. He extended a hand out to the maiden, offering to pull her up if she'd take it - so long as it wasn't the sword hand she offered. "There are more interesting things to see if we continue through this clearing." He mentioned, looking back to her briefly before he would continue walking. Despite the tolerance he had developed to the arid heat back home, it hadn't meant he enjoyed it. He moved intuitively, recalling a faint splashing and bubbling of water earlier in the day. His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he gave his best attempt in extending his vision. "I don't recall you finishing the boar that began this all - there isn't any chance your weapon would have finished him with some sort of bleed?" He inquired. He was aware of but ultimately unfamiliar with these sorts of mechanics.
Since they were already talking about future meetings, Solaria took a moment to dig through her menu, hand swiping around to find the request button. A friend request was swiftly sent to the stranger. "If I'm being too bold, it's okay to ignore that, but...I figured adding you to my list would be smart, so we can continue having adventures as you said." As she let her arms relax from the UI movements, Solaria took a moment to listen to the sounds of the forest, smiling softly. She could surely see why one would find this place soothing- though, perhaps not so much that she forgot herself in it. It was the sounds and the scent of the trees that really made her feel at ease. The man soon stood, towering above her due to her current stance. His words were formal and flattering at the same time, the hand extended quickly being grasped by her slender fingers. Using his aid, she found it fairly easy to get onto her feet, rolling herself into standing with her heels and toes. "I have no plans, so sounds like a...plan." Laughing a bit, she spun on her toes that dug into the dirt, looking in the direction he was interested in headed. "Something interesting that way, huh? Are you going to tell me what we're going to go see, or is it a surprise?" As he asked about the bore, she shook her head. "I didn't actually do much damage, just scared it away. I'd feel bad killing it, though I do have a bit of a bone to pick with some pigmen...But the boar is unrelated to that, so why do anything if I can just let it go home without a fight?"
Ruh found himself blinking at her unforeseen action, not having expected it at all. He found himself gazing beyond that translucent UI of hers, unsure what to say. It brought a smile upon him, a red haze staining his cheeks as he thought the gesture over. She would be his first friend in this game, in this new frontier that he took it upon himself to brave. He had trouble picking an appropriate response, unsure how to speak it. All he could manage was a slow nod, taken back by it. He would bring up his own UI, retrieving the request and accepting it. By the game's standards they were now friends. Even at her full height, Solaria proved to be a notable amount smaller than the lithe cleric. He allowed her a moment to compose herself once on her feet. In these moments he thought to himself how things had been so different than the real life. In New York there were certainly no lush, verdant forests which sustained their own unique and lovely sounds. In fact, this had really been his first time in such a place - in Egypt, things were no better and the arid heat served to work against this. In due time the couple found themselves stepping down the trail, the man walking besides her in pace. "I want to say thank you for the kindness you have shown me." He spoke with a smile a smile beneath that queer veil of his. "Before I settled down to meditate, I remember hearing the babble of running water, as if a river bisected the the forest." He mentioned as they continued down their uncharted path. The stroll they found themselves on was pleasant, in sight, scent and sound. As they continued down their path they would, in fact, happen across the babble of a river as the water sloshed against a myriad of rocks. A makeshift bridge consisted of two logs laid against each other. "Pigmen?" He found himself asking, imagining what such a beast could look like. Had they the head of a pig and the body of a man? Or, heavens forbid, the pudgy and pink body of a pig and the head of a man? He found himself, inadvertently, mumbling a prayer for this beast. "I have nothing plan either. I say we go pick bones." Solaria should have had no issue understanding him, but there was still something whimsical to it. However, as they approached that uncertain bridge he found himself stopping abruptly. Across the bridge sat a beast, waiting patiently for the two of them to set foot. There was a sizeable chunk to its health bar gone, forcing it into a yellow when they both focused in on it. It had traveled a fair distance, but here it was. It snorted, stamping its foot as it drew its hove back. Ruh stared at it, blinking curiously at the beast. There was something special about this games AI, no doubt. He brought up his UI, slipping a finger up as it rolled mechanically through the options until he was at his spells. From there, he would choose a healing spell and cast it upon the beast. A green haze, sparkling as it caught light, formed above him as it slowly drifted down. Although he was a bit impartial to doing this, he found no reason in killing the creature as it blocked their path. Eventually it enveloped the injured monster, falling on it like a thin sheet as Ruh Murad purposely imbued it with his magic - he topped its health bar off. "Do... you think it will let us pass now?" He turned to look at the small woman, uncertainty present in those expressive, blue eyes. "I think it too dangerous to attack him on this 'crossing'." He mentioned the bridge, which was a fair point: it was only two logs, after all.
