Rios wondered if they even knew he had left again, but he assumed not, as there were many more people there than just he. He weaved through the plants and trees until he spotted the Tavern, which was a welcome sight right now. Swinging towards the stables, he spotted two unfarmiliar persons, one retreating into the Tavern, and the other sitting on just outside. He would have to learn of them later, right now, his first priority was to get inside and warn everyone what he had seen. He half-jumped, half-triped, off of Naz, and, stumbling wildly, managed to place him against the stable wall.
"Naz, I'm sorry, I can't expend anymore energy right now."
"It's fine, I get it."
Naz being understanding? A rare sight indeed.
"Neos, I'm going to need you to take over after I tell them. I need to rest completley, alright?"
"Yeah, I'll try not to get into too much trouble while you're out."
He caught a glimpse at his reflection in the water trough; his hair was a mess, and there was blood flowing over his brow, as well as his left forearm. Damn, and that was his favorite white shirt too, not to mention his only white shirt. He entered the Tavern, only to find what seemed to be a serious meeting to be already in progress. Few heads turned as he entered, but his gasping speech attracted somewhat more attention.
"...G-Guys, there's... there's something d-d-dangerous..."
They all were slightly taken aback at his appearance, and Grond was the first to recover,
"The Trolls? We know, we saw them -"
"W-what?... Trolls!? B-blast it..."
"If it wer'nt the Trolls, what was it?"
"...t-thief..."
"Well we've dealt with a th-"
"Light thief."
"What? What is a 'Light Thief'?"
At this point, Elm spoke,
"An old legend, a mere wives tale. They could control things, cloud one's mind with darkness and force their will upon the weak minded. But, if they were ever real, died off long ago. The order still exists, I believe, but the last practicing thief was many long years ago, again, if they ever existed. How did you even know the term?"
Rios had recovered hs breath, "They tried to take me, and they almost sucseeded. There was three of them. They told me what they were."
"Elm?"
Red paused
"Could they have been responsible for the trolls we saw here today?"
Elm pondered for a half second, and replied, "Assuming there were only three? No, but they could have been a part of it. And Rios, how did you manage to defeat three of them?"
She away from Red, and toward Rios. She jumped backwards in her chair, and squeaked a little. A few of the other guests did the same as they say Rios's contorted face, along with it's orange-red tatoos. Rios grunted, and retreated up the stairs.
"What in the name of the nine devines what that!?" Elm shouted.
"Ah, I assume that was his companion." stated Raurke "A most interesting fellow, that one."