#odyssey

He considers. A small gesture to Dagmar, fingers steepled.

And, a flicker of fingers.

She watches Symon for a bit, then nods. "With the others on the same path - haste could be useful."

"Dragons fly and spiders scuttle, against Eiluned logic, there's no rebuttle, you need to travel, travel fast to the quest, first not last!" Magic flows about them and they feel quite charged! Ready to go

"Not my best bunk, but in my defense I did have a head hit earlier. Go go.. won't last forever. "

"Thank you." She offers her hand for a shake.

The sidhe's hand vanishes into the troll's mit as they shake, "May your greatest trial lead to an even greater victory."

BROW.

"Head injury" he reminds at her brow

"Right. Ok. Get home safe." A glance at Sy. "Ready?"

He nods, testing a step on the path, his bare, unnaturally long and disturbing toes rubbing against the silver path.

And they move, blurring through the streets , it seems every step gets them yards of distance