Her reaction to his statement, no his vow, came unexpectedly to him. Saith didn't foresee this twist, her blessing that is. Jaw ajar with a slight bit of awe, he waited for her quick prayer (or whatever it was) to end. Only, she was hasty about it, which left Saith alone in the garden. This was not something he was overly fond of for he had just found someone to engage with. Since coming here, he spent little time with anyone, finding only the priestess to suit his fancy. Staring after her as she vanished into her home, the drow finally drew up his jaw and let his lips curl up into a light smile. It was odd, but he could see this woman taking a liking to his joining of her party. Even if he wasn't a guard or a knight, he would at least prove insightful and entertaining, more so than most of the others.

Slipping backwards, he found his bed in the tree. Parting the leaves away, his blue gaze looked around at all the windows until he spied his favorite, the priestess' quarters. He would stare up into that window of hers until the Sand Man claimed his eyes and cast him into the world of dreams and fantasy. As he slept, he found himself at peace. There was something about her touch that truly calmed him, almost quelling his wild heart. With the moon lighting his face and the stars twinkling above, the night's rest was very peaceful and easily restored his faith in some of his kin. Even though it was just a fraction of faith, it was a step in the right direction.

Morning came, but he was up before that. Sitting on the walls that lined the temple, he watched as the glowing, yellow ball moved up into the sky. The shimmering sky took on many different shades, all of which wowed the drow. It wasn't everyday that you were greeted by a rainbow of colors. As he stared into the sky, he swore he caught a glimpse of one, a rainbow that is. Looking further, he saw that long arch of it reach out over the temple, as if it were blessing the journey that laid in his wake. Of course, not being a religious man, Saith laughed the thought off and just found it to be that rain was lingering in the air. Why, even the dew on the grass sparkled with the reflection of the white light and cast rainbows all around the ground. It was so happy and gay that even he believed he might be in heaven.

Then his mind came back to reality. It was getting late and he needed to meet up with the crew that would ride with the priestess as she made her way toward a great mage. Saith didn't know the exact details, and with good reason, but he didn't care either. Why know that much? If he were caught, the enemy could coax the truth from him. The less he knew, the safer she was, or so he believed.

Rising, his back gave a good arch while his shoulders rolled. His gear was at his side and easily swung onto his back and hips. Hood up, he speed across the grass, making certain he only touched the grass he crossed when he came to the wall. Saith didn't want to leave more tracks than needed. One set in was the same set out. It helped confuse the enemy and it was a force of habit now.

Of course, he was late. It seemed no one was waiting for him either. Thankfully, someone knew which direction they would head so Saith raced off toward them. He didn't bother taking one of her horses either. No, a horse was useless in the trees. He ran down the path, going as fast as his light feet would carry him. Within no time, he was upon the forest and taking to the trees that were still slick from the dew. Had it rained in the forest last night, he wondered. Pressing forward, he was upon them in no time. Flying from the canopy, he landed gracefully before the mounted pair.

Catching the tail end of Mae's comment, the drow smirked. "As a precaution," his voice came from behind them. When they turned to meet him, they would see a drow with his bow pointed right at them. His eyes were red, glowing with the power of True Sight. The arrow cut through the air, missing both of them. It landed on the other side of the crack in the ground. Pounding into the walls, it lodged itself in good and deep. It was a sturdy connection and one that pleased Saith. Moving toward the tree he once hid in, he tied the rope he had affixed to the arrow to the tree. It wasn't strong enough to hold them all should the bridge break, but it was more than enough to keep the Sun Priestess afloat.

His gaze shifted down to meet her eyes. "Hold that when you walk. Should anything happen, don't let go. The rope is good and strong, easily able to support my weight. You shouldn't be a problem whatsoever." Looking to the man behind him, he frowned. "Sadly, this won't help you much." Turning away from Geron, he followed his rope across the crevice in the earth. It was close to the bridge and easy to grab, especially if she hugged the right side of the bridge. With a light pat going to her head, the drow laughed. "If you fall, I'll consider saving your life by using one of my stronger arrows and skewering you to the other side." It wasn't a joke either. His quiver had some odd arrows in it, one of which was strong enough to pierce through a bear with ease. He had another arrow that was more like a grappling hook, easily carrying whoever was caught to the other side. Tugging out that arrow, he loaded it on the off chance it was needed.

"When do you want me to cross? Once you're on the other side? Or halfway through your crossing?"

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What was with all these people? Why did they speak... foreignese. It was nothing like Cain had ever heard before. He knew French, German, Russian, and English. Granted, the three non-English languages were very rusty and elementary in nature. And yet, these people spoke something that bore no relation to what he knew. Cocking his head to the side, he desperately wished he knew what was transpiring. If only he had some sort of interpreter.

"Cain-sama," a voice came from the creature at his feet, "the woman wants to know if you can speak." The creature spoke in an Australian accent that was mixed with Japanese noises and sounds. Blinking a few times, Fengir cackled at his master's look of disbelief. He had no idea Fen could talk. Was it the island? Did it grant the little creature magical powers? Or had he never noticed before, making him simply an idiot?

The ball was in Cain's court. Should he sake his head yes and spoil the chance at free food? Or should he say no and hope that food would be given to him. The latter seemed wisest. Why not get a free meal? Crossing his fingers over his mouth in the shape of an "X," he shrugged and looked at the woman he spoke to him. Head cocking to the side, he lowered his crossed fingers and pushed them into his deep pockets. Would this work? Would he get food? Looking back at Laeth, he blinked innocently at her, as if asking for him. Raising a finger to his mouth, he pointed at his open mouth. While doing it, he made a "Ah-ah" noise, as if singling he wanted food. Hand on his tummy, he returned his gaze to the shopkeeper who he hoped would supply him with at least a day's worth of food.

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