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Rafa followed the little scaled thing and the cat to the dragon girl, he examined the thing, it looked like a little dragon... but no... for him it was a strange thing. He turned around and looked to Ambrose and Noel, their party was getting bigger and bigger, they were just four and now they were just... Um... six, it wasn't that much but a party of three humanoids, a drugged princess, a cat and a... little flying dragon-like thing... he thought it was going to be difficult if he was the only fighter in there. Suddenly he felt something different, maybe it was just his instinct but he sneezed and let it go, reaching where the dragon girl was, he looked at her and started examining her too, she was... cute, a little dragon-like but cute, he just wanted to know if she knew how to fight, if not, he was a little screwed, it wasn't easy to take care of five explorers but the smell that came from her wasn't of a 'normal' dragon girl, she looked that she knew how to take care of herself. Ending his examination in his both new companions, he asked snapping his fingers "Hey Dragon-Girl! We need help, she's acting... High..." he pointed to Noel and then looked back to the dragon-girl and continued "We will need a place to stay too... if you could be generous and help us we would be glad."
 

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Neither of the small people seemed to have much objection to being taken prisoner, which made Bjarke rather happy. Grabbing one of the wolves, he hoisted its large body of his equally large shoulder. His loyal tribesmen did the same, each taking their own, though there weren't as many wolves as there were men. To guide the pair of outsiders, Bjarke looked behind him at the both of them and barked in a deep voice, "Follow!" He gestured in the direction they'd be going, which was clearly visible with smoke. It may have given away their location to surrounding tribes, but challengers were rare. It was a sort of mutual respect, give everyone their space and nobody got killed. Bjarke then let out a whistle which called for Bach, the small snowy owl landed on Bjarkes shoulder and let out a hoot.

The walk was rather quick as far as a hunting group came to expect, though still a longer hike than one might expect from a leisurely stroll. The snow was what made the walks the most taxing, the ice and buried twigs crunching beneath the heavy feet of the berserkers and their hull. There were previous footsteps freshly buried beneath the white powder, dipping lower in the same pattern the group was leaving.

Soon enough the hunters came to a clearing in the trees, and beyond that clearing blackened tanned hide tents stood contrasting from the pure white snow. Various animal bones were used to hold the skin tents upright, though they were not intended on appearing to be intimidating, simply functional. In the middle of the tents was a fire with men and women already standing around it both warming up and melting the snow into water to be drank with their meals. Some waited until the snow was freshly melted, others waited until they could see steam roll out of their bowls.

Bjarke and his men dropped the wolf corpses beside the fire and almost immediately another berserker grabbed them and dragged them only a few feet away, one at a time. Once propped up in a convenient setting the female berserker plunged a knife into the hide of the wolf, she was going to skin it so they may use its fur and hide. Bjarke took no note of this and gestured to the flame in the middle of the tents. "Keep warm, frozen prisoners can't talk to me." His voice was demanding, it was natural of him, and this was fully intentional. He wanted to find out more about these strangers, he'd never seen such small berserkers, perhaps they were humans from beyond the mountains?
 
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Dante trudged through the snow in the middle of the group, breathing rather hard as he forced his limbs to move. Glancing over at Jet, Dante wondered if she were having the same amount of trouble walking through the snow. She looked mostly metal, so maybe she didn't have joints like a normal human? At the sound of avctivity other than the people he was already with, Dante looked forward and his topaz eyes widened. It was an entire village of...giant warrior-like people. A light sigh escaped his lips at the thought of an escape. He wouldn't be able to make it out physically, and honestly, if he tried to mentally battle he would freeze before being successful!

After officially entering the camp, Dante kept a close eye on everyone's position, jumping at every small movement toward himself. At the sight of the woman skinning the wolves Dante's mouth gaped. There wasn't one gentile person in this camp! Maybe even in the race! Dante almost couldn't get into the tent fast enough when Bjark's ordered them to warm up. It sounded like a great plan to him! Taking a seat close to the fire, Dante at last spoke, his question aiming towards Jet. "How did you get here?" He asked, his voice just loud enough to hear above the crackling of the fire.
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Jet didn't have much trouble hauling herself through the snow, her limbs were autimated and already numb from the cold. Ludwig had wiggled himself into the pocket of her puffy jacket, and jet had pulled her mask up and over her mouth to hopefully prevent the cold from burrowing any deeper into her body. She saw the boy she attemped to help glancing over to her a few times. "And who might you be?" She asked curiously, trying to sound like she wasnt shivering like mad in the freezing weather.

She'd asked the question just as they entered the camp of giant barabrians. They were all huge, even the women. And it frightened the very tiny Jet Yt'uhr, especially the woman skinning wolves with no trouble at all. Jet was sure herself would be no more difficult to skin than the wolf.​
 
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Noel followed the group getting distracted here and there not acting to weird but not like her normal calm focused self. Noel followed Ambrose closely for no apparent reason other than to make silly girly comments about random things.

Before they knew it they had been traveling 1 hour, finally coming to the town edge where honey had arrived minutes before and was waiting

Noel had become silent and lagging behind the group very slowly a while back. Although Noel seemed to come down from the clouds she had been on, since it wasn't even a drug she came off very quickly and cleanly, except for extreme exhaustion and a large headache she was become her old self again. she looked at Oliver and walked up to him picking him up in her arms without any hesitation "cant you please make us teleport and land in the same place?" she said annoyed but quiet. Noel did not look at him but at where she was walking, since she was exhausted she wasn't very coordinated, she had to pay special attention to where she walked. her red hair hung down her back and her front it dried instantly since she extracted the water out of it a while back and was now full of life even though she wasn't. Finally she along with the others saw the town was right in their faces, she looked at the buildings and smiled slightly, this meant sleep which intern meant she didn't feel like a fool being so unless and exhausted. she looked at the dragon girl hoping she was going to guild them to a place they could rest and then they could search for the next page.

However when they were all gathered a sudden stench of rotting death overtook them and huge dark shadows covered the small group of travelers

when the stench and shadows covered them Noel looked up in confusion and disgust, behold there were three terrifying wolf like beasts the sniffed the air.

Thick bloody drool dripped in long awful drops to the ground. the strangest thing was that they were so large and so disgusting that it seemed nearly impossible for them to sneak up; however, they did and they were standing there paused in place as if they were waiting for someone or something to move, either they were playing with them or they weren't sure exactly where they were.

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