As the others related their failed attempts at remembering the beast they had just fought, Sylanna frowned. It seemed they had been played by the beast's magic, just the same as all those who had faced off against it before. Sure, they had managed to wound it, and they hadn't ended up as another snack for their troubles, but they were still no better prepared than they had been at the beginning - they were worse off, in fact, what with her having lost both of her weapons and Simion having used up his grenade. The mention of the deserter only made her scowl deepen, but she opted to say nothing about it and simply let out a frustrated sigh, echoing the marksman's. She had hoped for better results, but...
She glanced at Roxana as the shorter woman agreed to let her keep the knife and offered a faint smile at her next few words, before turning her attention back to Simion, the marksman offering his sword in exchange for the knife as a courtesy to the elven knight. With a smirk, she reached out and grabbed the sword by the pommel while nearing the knife to Simion, but she never handed it over.
"I'll take both. You have that cannon of yours anyway, and a girl has to stay well-protected." She said with a wink - a charming gesture perhaps, were it not for the blood running down the side of her head. Either way, she quickly turned around to catch up with Roxana, who was already following the trail of blood left by the monster. She walked all the way to the end of that strange mirror hall, where two large windows stood: one led to a place full of magma and strange creatures, while the other led to what appeared to be a prosperous city with a large temple.
"Well, it's not like we can try the other path anyway..." The Snow Elf mumbled while following Roxana through the mirror, opting to stay quiet on the topic of money - she'd brought some of her own along with assorted supplies, of course, but she hadn't expected to get sucked into another dimension, so those were left behind, still in Lietuva. Either way, as soon as she crossed through the portal, she felt her shoulders relax and took a deep breath. She hadn't noticed it before, but the atmosphere in the mirror world had been nearly suffocating.
Hearing Roxana's question, she glanced at the High Elf. "Oh, I recognize this place. We're in-"
"You're esteemed guests in the sacred city of An'Zarok, dearest ladies." Explained a soft-spoken, feminine voice coming from somewhere behind Sylanna. The Snow Elf turned around and noticed that there was a smiling young woman - she was not quite as small as Roxana, though Sylanna still towered over her - with waist-length white hair and striking purple eyes standing behind the party, where the mirror used to be, though by now it was obviously gone. The girl wore an ornate robe with gold and silver trimming, white fur lining around the neck, and parted down the front from mid-thigh to hem. Emerald earrings and an emerald necklace adorned her, indicating her wealthy status. Black boots covered her legs, ending slightly below her knees, and in her hands she carried a wooden staff almost as tall as her, finely crafted and with the head in the shape of a wolf; it seemed to be laughing, and its eyes, made of rubies, glowed like embers under the midday sun.
A Zarokin priestess..."Though it surprises me that you didn't know this, seeing how close you are to the temple. Where did you-" The human continued, though she cut herself short as she looked at the Snow Elf and noticed the blood that ran down her face, dripping from a nasty scratch on her forehead. "Oh my, that doesn't look good at all." She said, though her smile quickly returned. "A beautiful face like yours should not be marred by blood. Allow me to fix it." She offered, and immediately began chanting a spell, a strange dark aura manifesting around her. Sylanna grimaced.
"No no no, I'm fine, really. You don't need to fix anything, I'm- you're not listening to me at all, are you?" She spoke to the priestess, ending with a sigh. The young woman finished the spell and pressed the head of her staff against the wound. It began closing up, and the blood around the gash started to drain away - those observing closely would likely get the impression that the wolf head was drinking it.
"How do you feel?" The priestess asked.
"Like you're shoving burning needles into my eyes." The seasoned knight spat back, trying her hardest not to whimper. The priestess smiled wide.
"That means it's working!"
"Rooke's right, Tride. Keep it up and you'll end up getting better payment working on Bacchus' Dirty Lamb than as a fellow legionnaire." Frey joked, once more butchering the name of the tavern in the Paean Legion's headquarters. He'd eaten his fair share of the stew that the young red-cloak had prepared, though not enough that he would be too sleepy or full to fight if the occasion arose. This turned out to be quite a wise decision, as before the party - with the exception of Tira - retired for the night, a loud two-part whistle could be heard, echoing all around the rocky outcrop. Frey tensed, immediately unsheathing his butterfly swords in anticipation.
"Somewhere nearby. Just out of sight." The rogue stated in reply to Arden's latter question. "And no, I have no idea what it is, but I don't like it."
Tira was the next to speak. Frey could tell that she was just as alarmed as the others, though rather than showing confusion, she seemed ready to lunge at anything that moved. She wanted to head out and hunt whatever was making that noise, but the former pirate raised his hand in a clear gesture to stay put. "Easy there, pretty face. We don't know what's causing it, so it pays to be careful. More importantly, if this is another trick to steal the package, we'll just play right into their hand if we leave the mule unprotected. Someone needs to stay behind and keep an eye on it."
Frey waited a few moments for some of his fellow legionnaires to volunteer for either hanging back and protecting the package, or heading out alongside himself and Tira to search for the source of the noise. Once the party was properly divided, the young man spoke again.
"Alright, let's get going then." He nodded at the others before stalking off in the direction opposite of the rocky outcrop. "Sounds like it's in the tall grass over there." He spoke. As they moved away from the light of the hearth, the rogue glanced back. "Anabelle, think you can use your fancy fire trick to give us some light?"