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Delliks laughed, "Item? I suppose that implies disposable too eh?" He admired that she kept lists, he was never so organized, "I must commend your ability to make lists, I am not so organized, actually you could call me disorganized." he smirked, "One of the reasons why my sword is kept in the sheath. So I don't lose it." he joked.
"Yes, let's call it an 'item'." She said. The joke about the sword made her raise an eyebrow. "Then that's a strange oath you keep, to choose to be weaponless to avoid losing said weapon."
"The oath to you is strange regardless is it not?" he chuckled, "I must continue on my way if I wish to make it up there, care to join me on the hike?"
Delliks stretched his wrist and then continued to travel up the rugged mountain trail. A mountain goat clicks its hooves as it walks along the ledge. "On the road again, I just can't wait to...hmmm. Hey Evelon, have you ever tried to write a song?" he asked the girl.
"Well at first it seems easy, you get a good sounding phrase in your head and then you think it'll just glide right out of you, but then you get stuck and it just all sort of wrecks." he chuckled, "Oh well, I'll try again later." He looked up at her, "You sure do like to climb... sort of reminds me of a monkey."
Delliks chuckled, "Yes sometimes it is easier to ambush from trees, unless of course you get yourself to high up and you fall..." he shudders, "I guess that would be a bit extreme though eh?"
Because of the long awkward and sort of erie silence he turned. But she was nowhere to be seen. Had he jinxed her? He certainly hoped not! He ran back a ways and pressed his body against the tree his heart racing and he was probably white as a ghost. On the groin laid Envelon, a bloodied mess and a clean slash on her chest to reveal her internal organs while a huge chunk of he neck was missing. Only one or two paw prints of blood stained the ground. Delliks dared not move. How she had died, the silence the bite and claws, it had to be a Mngwa. The cat of legend. How he had survived he would never know. But he would not move from this spot not until he mustered much more courage that is. Then he would bury her... It was a sad sight, someone who had went through so much, to have an end such as this.