Mors was lazily sitting on a branch high in the forest canopy watching the other adepts huddle, deep in conversation. His glowing red eyes displaying that he was using his unique perception ability. -”Hmmm even though I can't hear a word they are saying with this skill, judging by their heart rates and perspiration, it's something rather important... shame it seems to be about me.”

Mors had been testing his abilities and skills over the last two days which had resulted in some amazing insights, especially regarding his new fire affinity. On the surface, his skills were looked overpowered however he had discovered that they had many tradeoffs that a clever opponent could utilise, especially in regards to his perception ability.

The ability gave him highly detailed information on any creature above a certain level but also blocked out all of his normal senses, to the point where it was like being in the void. In the open and against a single opponent this skill could be used with devastating effectiveness however it meant that he could not see anything that wasn't a sentient being basically making him unable to see or avoid anything that could cause him harm or hinder his approach.

After letting out a light chuckle while rubbing his nose, thinking about all the times he walked into tree’s while testing this ability, Mors swung his legs outwards and fell to the ground landing almost without a sound. -”Not that I really care but I wish they wouldn't make it so obvious they are talking about me, looking around like a bunch of scared children as if I am the boogie man about to eat them.”

Mors’ eyes slowly returned to their natural reptilian look as he started walking ahead of the group. It was extremely boring without Verz trying to hammer in some point and instead of being able to relax it put him on edge which resulted in him doing anything he could to distract himself.

Suddenly a voice echoed amongst the huge trees causing him to stop. “MORS! WE ARE GOING TO MAKE CAMP AND DISCUSS A FEW THINGS! PLEASE CAN YOU COME OUT!”

“... if we weren't still in Federation territory and there was a possibility that any threats were about about, I would be running in the opposite direction right about now.” muttered Mors as he shook his head. -”I must of been really lucky to retain my memories and have Verz’s training. These idiots wouldn't survive a week in hostile territory with how they are acting at the moment.

After waiting a few moments Mors continued to walk in his original direction. Although he did prefer to travel with the group as it was by far the safer and more convenient option, the twins incessant questioning and Bruce's hate filled glares had driven him to the edge and he had an incredibly hard time resisting the urge to rip out their tongues. -”No idea why they all became so chatty all of a sudden but I wish they could go back to their ‘pretend he doesn't exist’ mentality.”

“PLEASE MORS! WE NEED TO WORK TOGETHER IF WE ARE GOING TO SURVIVE THIS TRIAL.”

-”As if I care if you lot survive this or not… however it is true the chances of me getting killed are increased the more I separate from the group. Strength in numbers and all that. You don't have to be faster than the predator, just faster than the slowest sap.” chuckled Mors imagining knee capping Bruce before skipping away and letting him get eaten by some hideous monster.

“PLEASE!” shouted Claire with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Mors once again hesitated before he finally turned around and started heading towards the source of the noise. “Don't get your knickers in a twist, I’m coming.”

“MORS! PLEASE!”

“He said don't get your knickers in a twist, he’s coming” shouted one of the elves before laughing. Mors had never taken the time to learn their names as they stood out as much as a blade of grass in a field however it was now obvious that they had become more lively.

Chuckling at the imagined reactions of the party at the phrase, Mors’ eyes abruptly widened -”How the hell did he hear that? Looks like I have underestimated the abilities of elves.”

Mors applied the magic disguise to his eyes and after a minute or so of walking, stepped out of the dense underbrush only to find himself confronted with Claire with her hands on her hips, displaying a blushed but very angry face. “What do my knickers have anything to do with you coming out?”

“It's a saying, it basically means don't get so worked up about small details or unimportant things.” chuckled Mors once again when he realised he unintentionally used a saying from his old world.

“How does that even make sense? Where did you hear it?” replied Claire with a little less anger.

-"On second thoughts I cant be arsed with this." Mors turned and was about to walk back into the woods when a small hand gently grabbed his arm. “I am sorry, I didn't mean ask so many questions. Please, we really need to try and get this party sorted before we run into real trouble.” pleaded Claire.

Mors took a deep breath and reluctantly turned around. -”Things get complicated when others are in the mix but it can't hurt to hear out their plan. Worst case scenario I can bail when the going gets tough.”

Claire revealed a huge smile, pulling him towards the others who were watching with weird looks.

“Looks like both of them were out of the running to start with.” joked Aron as he elbowed Alec to the ribs causing Claire to blush and look down.

Mors frowned thinking that they were talking about him and that he somehow just failed or passed some sort of silly test “What am I out of the running for?”

Both elves started manically laughing. “Sorry we don't swing that way!”

-”What the hell, when did they become so chatty and annoying…” Mors glanced over Bruce and the Alice. -”I wonder if the ability to be a dick is infectious?”

“Shut it you two! Do you want our ‘big bad demon’ to run off into the woods and sulk.” Mocked Alice glad that the focus had finally moved away from her relationship with Bruce even if it was at the expense of her sister.

Mors felt his anger rise and released an intimidating hiss, silencing everyone. Claire quickly released his arm and backed away.

-”Seems like I killed two birds with one stone.” The hiss wasn't aimed at Claire but it worked out in Mors favour as he was wondering how he could get her to let go without causing a scene and further complicating matters.

Although Claire had never done anything to harm him, she had never helped him either so her trying to be over friendly was concerning him causing him to try and come up with possible reasons for her change in attitude. -”Maybe she has worked out I am half dragon?”