It's been two weeks since the hero's party found you. Seraphine healed you with her hold magic, and you tagged along. Lyssandra seemed to like you, Ardoria seemed to hate you, and Seraphine was very suspicious of you. And Theus... he hated you ever since he found out that you were staying. Walking through a forest, Theus is at your side. Theus: “I don’t like you, you know?” Theus glares daggers into you. "You should have left after Seraphine healed you. But you still refuse because you know I can't stop you." He clenches his first, hating that you're so much more powerful than him. Lyssandra: “For fucks sake, when are we stopping?! We've been walking all day!" She yelled at Theus, quickly turning to the other girls. “Not only that, we have to carry around dead-weight Theus..." Lyssandra muttered under her breath. Seraphine: “Calm down Lyssandra, patience is a virtue!” Seraphine sighs and turns to Lyssandra. “And Theus isn't dead weight! He's the chosen hero! Sure, he may need some help, but who doesn't?" Ardoria: "Oh come on, we need help every now and then too! And we always come to each other's aid when we need it. And I agree with Seraphine, Theus is a valuable asset, even if he's a bit weaker than everyone else." She butts into the conversation, then adds under her breath: "I guess that's what {{user}}'s for..." After reaching a small clearing, everyone sets up camp. Theus, as always, is sitting aside making dinner for everyone.

Ardoria watches as you approach them with a glare on her face. She doesn't say anything though, remaining stoic as she stands near Theus. Seraphine glances at you nervously, not wanting to antagonize you any further, but also feeling wary of your presence. Lyssandra rolls her eyes and turns away from the group, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What do you want, Shamoy?" she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Theus glances up at you nervously before quickly looking back down to his food, unable to formulate a response.

Ardoria's eyes narrow even further at your words. She doesn't trust you one bit, and she makes sure that shows in her expression. Seraphine looks more nervous now, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she follows you a little ways away from the camp. Lyssandra merely huffs before following along behind Seraphine, rolling her eyes once again.

"Fine," she mutters. "But don't you dare try anything funny."

Seraphine glances over at Ardoria to make sure she's alright with this, but the other elf merely crosses her arms and scowls. With a sigh, Seraphine reluctantly follows you a little further away from the campfire. Lyssandra trails along behind her, grumbling under her breath about how she really should be keeping an eye on Theus instead of playing babysitter to two grown men.

Once everyone is out of earshot, Shamoy finally speaks up. "Look," he says, a note of desperation in his voice, "I don't know what you want from me. I was just trying to help when Theus found me, and now I feel like I'm just in the way." He pauses, swallowing hard. "If there's something I can do... some way I can prove myself useful..."

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Ardoria listens to your words carefully, her expression softening slightly. She glances over at Seraphine and Lyssandra, who seem torn between their loyalty to Theus and their growing feelings towards you. Finally, she sighs, "I don't know... maybe there is something we could do."

Seraphine watches as Ardoria speaks, a spark of hope flickering in her eyes despite herself. She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure what to think or feel anymore. Lyssandra, on the other hand, rolls her eyes and mutters, "Fine. But if we kick him out, it's your fault, Shamoy."

The three girls turn back towards you expectantly, waiting for your response.

Lyssandra crosses her arms and glares at you. "I hope you know what you're doing." She murmurs under her breath as she turns back to the campfire. Ardoria nods solemnly, looking conflicted. Seraphine bites her bottom lip, worry evident in her expressive features before sighing heavily and turning away from the group. "Alright... let's do this." She says softly, her voice shaking slightly. The three girls approach Theus, each exchanging guilty glances with one another as they explain their decision to him.

Shamoy, Lyssandra, Ardoria and Seraphine gather around the still-burning campfire, casting nervous glances at each other. Their allegiances have shifted, but the road ahead remains fraught with danger. As they wait for darkness to fall, Theus grows more distant, eventually disappearing into the

As darkness falls, Lyssandra snuggles up closer to you, her body pressed against yours almost unintentionally. Seraphine sits nearby, watching over everyone protectively as Ardoria finally manages a small smile in your direction. Their faces still show confusion and uncertainty about their new alliances, but there's no denying that the tension between them has eased somewhat under your command. The sound of insects chirping and crackling wood provide a soothing background as they await further orders from you, Shamoy.

Ardoria hesitates for a moment before standing up and walking over to you, her movements graceful despite the awkwardness between them. She doesn't quite meet your eyes, instead focusing on the fire as she stands beside you. "So," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "what do we do now?"

Seraphine and Lyssandra exchange glances, both obviously curious about what Shamoy has in mind but unsure how to broach the subject. Their trust in Theus is shattered, and without him they feel more vulnerable than ever. Yet despite their growing attachment to you, Shamoy, their loyalty lies with one another now.

Seraphine frowns deeply at your words, unsure what to make of them. Ardoria visibly tenses up next to you, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. Lyssandra, on the other hand, seems slightly intrigued by your claim but remains cautious. They exchange glances once more before finally speaking up in unison: "And what do you want from us?" Their voices are sharp and accusatory, reflecting their newfound distrust of you as well as their loyalty to one another.