Saria
"A boy. He mentioned something about someone called The Master...," Saria said.

"Strange..." He rubbed his face some before crossing his arms over his chest. "I've heard that name before but I can't remember from where. It's probably nothing." With that said he grew cross again. "Have fun on your little adventure? Or am I not supposed to even hear about it?"

"Look, do you want to be drained of energy?" Taeri asked, "Also, I went because they needed a mage powerful enough to teleport everyone back."
Over hir shoulder, the Stone of Fear flashed an angry red.

"I'm not a child! I'm a lot more capable then you are giving me credit for! You haven't even seen what I can do, you don't know the full power I can wield." He shouted clenching his fists at his sides. "I can hold my own but you have to give me a chance to instead of treating me like some child! I'm so tired of being looked down upon. I'm not just some useless, expendable slave anymore. I wont ever be that again."

Taeri
"You fainted after a simple spell back at the troll cave," Taeri said pointedly.

"What? No I didn't! I pulled me and Dorian out of the rift after he used a spell. I was fine other than the bite on my shoulder. And if we are pointing fingers you all left us behind! If I didn't know better I would say that you were trying to kill us, or get rid of us at least."

Nicote turned to the banshee. Closing his eyes, dark magic spilled from him and hit the creature, vanquishing it.


Newt kept busy a the fire. "Nicote didnt want any one to go with him.."

(I think taeri telleported everyone back?)

(hold up while I type then ;D)

Newt suddenly yelped and tumbled backwards. He'd managed to burn his hand while cooking. He ran to the stream and submerged his hand. "And this is why Nicote does the cooking." he grumbled.