As things begin to move forward again, some of the group seem unsure of a course of action to take. Whether sitting there trying to decide or doing so while pacing, they are suddenly engulfed in a puff of pearlescent smoke... and vanish. Almost. A vague diaphanous outline can still be seen.

"Finally," says Ero.  "My exile is finally over and I can get away from these --"  He looks around and sees the familiar faces of Portia and Nyssia.

And Theirastra.

The wizard throws up his hands.  "Surely I'm in Avernus."

"If you are, you brought it with you!" responds the Eladrin.

"Maybe it was in that wizard's tent and latched onto you because it found a kindred spirit!"

"Then again, what makes you think they'd even let you in? You could wind up giving them a good name!"

"Going to save Nemeia, are you? Try not to kill any trees."

Always in good spirits... well, mostly... apparently Ero had the ability to kill ANY party! She danced on up the trail, playing her flute as she went with only a faint trace of a frown as she realized the wizard probably would be back. But then what fun would there be without him?

Tootly-toot toot toot tootly-toot...

Ero sneers at the eladrin, not noticing the iridescent mist curling up his legs to envelop him again.  "A thousand devils would be better company than you, you fugitive from a vegetable garden.  If I wasn't so patient and tolerant --"

And he disappears.
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Nyssia blinked saw the smoke cleared, clearly disorientated, but looked around as Ero and theirastra spoke to each other. She also noted Portia was there.

She’s sighed and looked around. “Instead of arguing, why don’t we focus on where the hell we are?” She looked at Theirstra and shook her head. “Ignore his belly-aching….it’s what he’s best at.” Then she looked at Ero. “…And you - instead of attacking your allies why not use your big brain to figure out where we are.”

Thressa nods. " I guess somepeople just have to verbally attack people who should be allies at least. "

"Why ignore something that does not understand what he is nor his own past? When he figures it all out, he will hate himself more than he does now. He only takes that anger at himself out on us because he knows know better. I wish to be there to help him up, when he finally falls." She said with a gentle small, and nod. "Anyway, lets go." She said as she returned to playing her flute, and walking down the path.

Thressa, Nyssia, Portia, and Theirastra had only been in the limbo of their own thoughts, their own indecision of which group to join. As the mists of their daydreaming wisped away in the afternoon sun, they realized that events had simply carried them along and they now realized that they were accompanying Victor to  investigate the Peril at Evermoor.

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