The druid started towards Arisia, but Caylon cut him off. “What the blazing hell do you mean it won’t come off?” He moved up and began pulling at the pendant himself until his sister shoved him away with a grimace.
“Leave OFF, Cay– it’s stuck to my NECK, not a treestump…” She glared at her brother, then at the druid for good measure before walking over to a seat and floipping into it. Carefully she ran her fingertips up the pendant, then the slender chain, frowning.
“It’s not stuck in bits, only when I try to pull it off… and the damn jewel is annoying me; it’s cold, and every time it hits my skin it feels like an iceball.” The hunter sat back, sighing. “Soooooo.. what do we do?”
Caylon looked at the Druid who shrugged and looked back. “This is not my sphere of expertise, young priest– but there is a mage in a nearby village who might know.”
Managing to not groan at the thought of even more walking, Caylon nodded, swung his pack back to his shoulder, then held a hand out to his sister. “C’mon, midge… let’s start walking now… we might make it by nightfall. Which way are we headed, druid?” he spoke to the older man without looking; he’d done that part of the job, and dismissing him as important seemed the right thing to do.
“North; the village is Raven’s Corner.”
Caylon rolled his eyes. “Charming…” He waited for Arisia to stomp in front of him, then got himself mentally ready for yet another pointless wandering.
