The tension between us seemed to grow as the suns rays begun to drop passed the tree line, and the moon began to make itself known.

    "We should have been there by now..." Lonán mumbles agitation dripping from the words as he releases the reigns and runs his hands over his face. Pushing the hood down and leaning forward his face was hidden by the horses mane.

    Grunting in response Lonán fixes his hood back as we continue to move down the road until lights broke the horizon. Before us stood an opposing Tavern of all things lights on, and patrons moving between its threshold. Looking around in confusion all around us is still forestry. So, we weren't losing our minds, but it is interesting to say the least.

    Pulling our horses into the open stable no one seems to even notices that the horse that Lonán has put up is dead, eyes no longer a deep brown now hooded with a faded white mist over them.

    Stepping out of the stable the inn before us is covered head-to-toe in vines and miscellaneous knick-knacks. Following the other wondering patrons inside a loud, boisterous female voice rises above the crowd.

    "WELCOME TO THE GODS FORGE!! IF YA NEED ANYTHING LET ME KNOW!!" Waving across the room is a windy red head, bright golden orbs, and skin as dark as the night sky. She sits upon what I could only guess to be the bartenders shoulders, a Goliath of a creature, grey stone-like skin, and tusks jut from his lower jaw.

    Making our way over Lonán takes out a small sack, the jingle of coin not that bit surprising as he takes at six gold prices.

    "Is there by any chance you have two rooms free for the night?"

    Hopping down from the Goliath's shoulders the woman keeps the kind smile on her face as she swipes the gold from Lonán's hand.

    "I should. Give me just a second to go check." Her body fades almost instantly before returning with only one key, and three pieces of gold. "Sorry, all I have is one room with one bed."

    Lonán reluctantly takes the key and spare gold. Turning and striding towards he large set of stairs that wind behind the bar and into a beautifully lit hallway. Following, Lonán throws the key back, and shoves the gold into his pocket.

    "You can use it, I'll be up anyway." He responds, digging through his cloak as we walked through the winding halls.

    Until at last our room came into view, unlocking the door, and stepping inside its just as inviting as the rest of the Tavern. Looking towards the bed our bags that I know were still left on the horses now sat on the bed.

    "Pretty neat party trick..." Lonán steps over to the other side of the room, a table and chair sit beside what could only be washroom. Falling into the chair Lonán pulls his hood back revealing his face. Sighing he clasps his hands together before peeking over at me. "I know you have questions, and to be honest I would be more surprised if you didn't. But I can't answer them."

    "Why not..." I breath out, pulling the packs towards the foot of the bed.

    "Cause to be honest with you, I don't really know myself... at least as much I should know by now." Sitting up, I can finally see the long faint hint of a scar going diagonally across his face, and the splash of freckles. Along with them was an interesting patch of dark spots as though he had a run in with a bottle of ink, that seem to all but fall from below his ashen- brown curls.

    "You are no mage. Are you?" The question in it of itself seem to strike a cord as Lonán got up from the chair and with rage filled eyes he swung his arms out.

    "I am far more of a mage then even that simpleton witch! If you truly didn't want to come with me on this you should have just said so!" He shouts, voice quivering as he takes a shaky breath.

    Before I can respond, he throws his arms up and balls his gloved fists. Sighing a more calming look passes his face.

    "Look, just— we will talk about this later, and as soon as this is done you can leave." Turning around he steps towards the washroom, swinging the door open he freezes.

    The front door to our room slamming open as a familiar woman strode in.

    "Who are you calling a WITCH!"

    Without warning Lonán's body is vaulted from the open door and clean out the window. Looking between the woman and the now shattered window she huffs and saunters over to it.

    "WHOSE A SIMPLETON NOW LONÁN!!" She shouts into the darkness, and for the first time in my life, I dared to break oath. Turning to face me she smiles, an all to pleased one at that. "Hi, I'm Hazel, the headmage of VestMoon Academy, and you are?"