Ayas had been sitting next to the river. This seemed to have become his favourite spot lately.
Having been a distance downstream, he didn't notice much of what was happening at camp. Unfortunately, he was confused, his thoughts were jumbled about the weird quartz they had found.
He idly rotated the scraggly sword in his hand. It wasn't too long, a bit longer than a dagger but not as long a sword usually would be. It was slightly translucent, it was foggy, so you couldn't see anything clearly if you were to look through it. It had an orange shade and it's sharpened edges were jagged and rough. Jakob's sword was the same, but it had a purple hue to it.
Ayas was confused about these artifacts, for they radiated an almost magical energy, each different colour let off a different amount and type of energy, giving off the sense that each colour had different effects and abilities.
And Ayas was itching to kill something to see if his theory was correct. Ayas sighed and stood before walking deeper into the forest, letting his demonic orange wings unfurl and taking flight. He flew around in large circles, sometimes passing over camp.
Someone was there.
Someone new.
Ayas dove for the ground and landed softly in front of a camouflaged male. He tucked his wings to his back and approached the man.
"A new person? With a bow too, how frightening." He mumbled sarcastically.
"Lower your bow, now."
@That Bear