A Brisk Afternoon Jog - Day 2

G'nichi nods.
"I pray that you're right, Miss. I'd love to have been right this morning." Though he does not feel willing to bet anyone's life on it.
He takes his leave. What now? Perhaps he should make sure Mari hasn't gone drinking again. Oh, and Jeb had said he could check out the bodies. Bleck. Unsightly work, but he can at least maybe determine if the poor victims were truly murdered by possessed people or by something else.
He wishes he had some cameras to leave out. But he doesn't think he can leave his weapons out as sentries either. They wouldn't be able to report back in the morning.

Jungle / The Green

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Artie, now of House Wadjet, has had a long day. She was a fairly normal centaur as of...well under a day at least, and is currently a rather dazzling...hm. What would she call herself? Perhaps a lamia? Naga? Snake-folk aren't as coherently named between worlds as other people. Centaurs are centaurs even in other realms.
Either way! She might have been new to slithering but a few hours before but you wouldn't know it from the speed at which she descended the cliff with its perching ruins. Though once that was settled it just left her a long, long trek through the greenery back to civilization. Of course this is complicated by her only having a vague idea of where she's going. She thinks she came this way but she was under magical influence at the time and she's not sure if she wasn't teleported at some point. Really the details of the last ten hours are rather fuzzy. What she does know is that this sweater does not fit her at all anymore. And her shirt is far too sticky with juice so it has retained its new role as a fruit-bag. At least her belt-pouch with her knife and wallet is adjustable. Not that it's really doing her any good. The sweater is just too hot for such temperate places. No one is around so it won't hurt if she does without it for a while, right? Save for the good chance of being bit by mosquitoes everywhere. Maybe she should have tried to get herself wings big enough to fly...