Pocket walked down the narrow road from Virens to Adeluna, it was soggy with the rain from last nights blood-fall, an occurrence only in these wretched mountains. Pocket despised how cruel the journey to Adeluna was so wretched and full of the uncommon deadly things this world has to offer. a squirrel rustled behind him, maybe not a squirrel, even so, no man could take him on these barren paths he had traveled them for too long. as we walked in this deep thought he was unknowing of the clouds overhead slowing dispersing and sunlight glinting across the red land.
Pocket took camp at a willow tree he found right off the path way, it was a perfect fit for his hammock.

That night Pocket had a very unusual dream. He dreamt he was in a temple, to which God he could not be sure, and at the far side there was a glinting blue light, it looked a lot like Lacriamium, but sadly it could not be. His Patron Diety had made Lacriamium when She needed to hold back the Goddess Dalanesca. He got closer, and just when the blue metal came into focus… Pocket woke up.

Viren forest was beautiful as always. The ground was still muddied from the recent storm. While it made it harder to trek through the forest, the water made her feel stronger and at harmony. Rhea chose a more ordinary traveling attire for once because the mud would have been trouble for the fabric of her dresses. She wore a simple tunic, pants, and boots, which for her was the farthest from her normal comfort. She left her long curls of chocolate to remain down, however, a twig or two would bring her no harm.

The path Rhea had taken was not too difficult to follow and she found herself completely lost in thought with each step. The music of creatures echoed through the forest and only helped to bring a tranquil theme to the background. She loved traveling through the cities and watching all the citizens go about their day, but there was something soothing about being in the middle of the wilderness. Not lost but traveling down a known path that all thoughts could focus on everything else the world had to offer.

Hazel eyes shifted towards a line of trees that lined the path. She had noticed the figured at first because the trees had created a nice hiding but closer she could make out a hammock. A puzzled look crossed her features but she did not speak out as she drew closer to the hammock. She pushed back a giggle when she finally took notice that the hammock had a person in it. She moved a little closer and shifted to look down at the sleeping face of a boy. He was young from appearance but she could make out the basic characteristic of a boy.

The boy was still fast asleep resting in his hammock. She could not believe that he had completely not noticed her at first. She could only imagine he was having an interesting dream. Part of her wanted to stop and take a peek into his dream. It was harder for her to choose to go into a stranger’s dream, but there were ways to noisy her way in if she went about it correctly. Someone in their sleep could easily accept her into it without even knowing what they were doing. It was not completely fair, but nothing was exactly fair in the world.

Sadly, she did not get to poke her nose where it did not belong because suddenly he was shifting and, clearly, waking. She quickly took a couple of steps back away from the hammock. The stranger did not know her and if it had been her, she would not be happy to find someone looking down on them as they slept. Fighting could easily occur over talking. She was not interested in fighting.

"Forgive me! I thought you were sleeping so soundly, but it seems I may have accidentally woken you.” She let a smile danced across her lips as she spoke. She held her hands up to show that she was weaponless. If the person knew well about the magic community it probably would not be enough but she wanted to try to show a little good faith. She hoping to try and find out what he was dreaming about. Curiosity always got the best of her.

Heracles trekked through the forest he wasn't wearing his straw hat on his head and his scarf wasn't over his face.  The forest was really humid it made his skin feel sticky and his hair wasn't taking a liking to it. Heracles slowly walked on the  muddy floor of the forest formed by the rain earlier that day. As he walked his feet made a strange squish noise when it came into contact with the mud. The squishing sound really annoyed Heracles being a rather short tempered person his face became wrinkled and an angry face took over. What a wretched day! He left the last village he had been into because it was pretty much empty no one in need of a Mercenary came into the pretty much empty inn and so he left and decided to test his luck in Adeluna. A drunken old man told him the fastest way was through the forest and from the looks of it he had lied! Heracles hated liars! He was sure to come back teach him a lesson! If he could find his way out of this stupid forest.As the day began to draw to an end Heracles' pace began to lessen but he refused to stop he rather keep moving on and make it as quick as possible he didn't want to risk sleeping in this forest it was possible full of some strange and unpredictable creatures he rather not deal with. However a small rest of sitting down for probably an hour or maybe just half an hour wouldn't hurt. Heracles got off the path and saw something he couldn't believe! A child sleeping in a hammock and looming over him was a woman like figure whom he couldn't not discern. Heracles couldn't tell what was going on which caused his instinct to kick in and blankly assume the woman was a theif stealing from a poor defenseless child! Unlawful and cowardly! Who would steal from a child? Only a coward! Heracles hates COWARDS! Heracles pulled out his dagger and casted lesser agility and ran full speed towards the woman. "Stop THIEF!" He yelled.

Pocket was slowly waking,… someone was here. He heard in the distance "STOP THIEF!"
In a quick movement, Pocket flipped the hammock falling towards the branch under him, taking his gloved hands and made to swing onto the back of the criminal with his sword pointing directly into her spine.
A girl he saw at first glance was beautiful, but Pocket never saw any meaning in beauty, it was nothing but a twisted mix of longing and lust, neither of which he could afford anymore. As for the man, or thing running straight at them. With one hand still on the sword, he pulled his bow with the other and notched and arrow with his mouth, pulling back the string and yelled at the beast, "don't TAKE ANOTHER STEP!" 

It happened so quickly. The boy in the hammock began to stir, Rhea took her steps back. That one moment felt like it lasted forever as there came a cry from behind her in the woods. The scream echoed through the area and in the blink of an eye, the boy was on his feet and behind her. She could feel the touch of a blade against her back and him yelling at whatever was behind them. It happened so quickly that she did not have a moment to turn to even see what happened.

The siren was not about to turn and look now with this boy’s weapon touching her back. It bothered her but she was not about to do anything to shake him. It could end badly to any of them. ”How about we all calm down?” Rhea sighed out as she spoke. Her voice did not waver or show any fear to the dagger that was against her back. She remained calm and collected. It would be better for the situation she was in. she rose her hands up to help with her words. She held no weapon in her hands.

”I am obviously not a thief and I do not think it’s polite to hold a bow on someone who was yelling thief… and most likely running to help you.” Rhea turned her head a little to glance at him over her shoulder. She could only hope he words would do enough to stop this horrible situation. She really did not want to use her magic against an innocent stranger.

Heracles was in his warrior trance one which hadn't been pierced before. But this child managed to cut right through it like butter. Suddenly Heracles came to a complete and utter stop… it wasn't worth his life to attack… it was to precious for him at the moment, his people depended on him.
The Bugbear dropped his dagger and put his hands on his head to show he couldn't cast or attack with a physical weapon. Heracles narrowed his eyes rethinking his course of action… was this kid the real thief? Like some sort of trap and now him and this woman where stuck in it. "Come on lad, put that down before you poke someone's eye out." Heracles said. 
Apparently he wasn't the only one trying to reason with him either so it seems that the woman whom he thought was a thief at first was reasoning with him. Now Heracles started to notice his assumptions about her where probably wrong and was kind of glad this happened so that his hands where not stained with the blood of an innocent. "You should heed the words of the lass, she speaks wisdom. This Goblin-man means you no harm." Heracles said, he hoped the kid would come into reason. Honestly he tried to seem as familiar as he could, he was no Goblin by definition but he was a Goblinoid much like humans are primates.