Ben was hopping around on one foot, holding the other so he could see the sould of his other foot

"Gods damn thorns. Why dont they make shoes in my size?"

"Hang on tight!"

Krista started with a jog and dashed into a sprint, giving time for Ben to run with her.

Ryvaken grabbed onto her shirt, but stiff and tired as his wings were that was quite preferable.

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"Sod this for a lark"

Ben jumped forward, spreading his wings and overtaking Krista within seconds.

The three arrived at the town and took a small path into the woods. Upon reaching the hut, Krista went inside for a minute and returned with her father in-hand.

 

Krista’s father was an elderly man, using a cane to assists walking; thin snow white hair reached down to his shoulder and was tied together in the back.

 

“So these are the two who saved you, Krista?” His daughter gave a quick nod and returned to the hut.

 

“I should have known old Frank would pull something like this. Thank you for saving her back there. Oh, and I’m Tum, Tum Krystal. May I have the names of my daughters rescuers? Then we will go inside for a drink.”

Ryvasken dipped a half-foot and rose again, a sort of bow. "Ryvaken Tadrya. It was my pleasure, sir."

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Ben, who had his hood up, just stood there

"Benjamin Katt, nice to meet you"

“It’s a pleasure to meet both of you. Now come inside for a drink.”

 

Tum brought both Ryvaken and Ben into his hut (not jut) and had Krista bring drinks around, having a small saucer for Ryvaken.

 

“Sorry, but it’s the smallest cup I could find,” She said while pouring Ryvaken’s drink.

 

Krista excused herself and left her father with the two strangers.

 

“So what brings the two of you to our small village?” Tum took a small gulp from his drink.

"We're looking for someone. A man named JF. Would you know him?"

Ryvaken smiled and reached into a side pocket of his quiver, producing a small cup, even for him, and a set of utensils. All were carved from wood and had a dull sheen that spoke of years of use and good care. "I'm used to camping out in woods; you don't need to worry on my account." He slipped the cup into the saucer and sipped at it slowly.

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"A man named jf... nope, but do you know what that nickname was for? I know a good few james around these parts."

Ben shrugged slowly

"Im not sure. My brother said everyone just reffered to him as JF"

"Well, I've never met someone named that way, but you could try the old cemetary for the intials. That's my idea."

Tum finished off his drink and set the cup beside him.

"Why are you searching for this man?"

Ryvaken glared at Ben. "First you say I'm someone else, now you're hunting for a corpse? Why you're batting a thousand you are!"

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Tum awaited Ben's response, having no idea what this was about.