[Rosekitten]

Sure Vaden had done his share of cold blooded deeds in the name of the Queen, but that hardly meant he had enjoyed them. Watching these actions knowing the girl was out there fleeing for her life as her family here was slain and manipulated. He could only imagine the girls thoughts, the only thing that he was thankful of was that she was not in the present area. Everywhere the group had looked had been empty and held no trace of life being there aside from the forest itself. Though out of the group it seemed he was the only one who noticed the missing member of their little team.

He never said a word, something told him that it was the girls doing. A faint untamed aura ran through this area and it was not that of the forests energy. No this was different, it came from someone. He thought for sure it was the girl, and that meant the rumors were true. The only thing keeping her hidden was the fact that her powers didn't seem to be fully blossomed yet and that the forest itself seemed to be assisting in hiding her from this group that sought to cause her harm and take her from here.

For now he kept to himself staying a little behind the group as they traveled. He needed a safe distance in the event anything went wrong, casting certain spells at close range was beyond reckless. But for now he kept the hood up on the robes he had taken to blend in with this group. Yes they held the Queen's marking of the royal forces, but it was something he had to do if he wanted to do anything to help this girl escape the Queen.

Expecting her to trust him was not something he had in mind, he just hoped that he had the strength enough to keep her powers from destroying him in the process of the others depending on what mind set and mood she was in. If her powers were anything like what he had heard about the last rulers of this land... it was more of a wild magic, not as easily controlled as the type that most are born with or learn. Either way he knew this was going to be a struggle at best, if the others ended up dead and she was safe he would gladly leave it at that.

Though he was brought back from his thoughts as the witch with them seemed to cackle at her new found puppet. It was sickening really, not that he didn't have similar powers but he would never use them in this fashion. Only once did he ever use them on someone who was still in control of their thoughts and will. It was something he'd never do again even if the Queen had ordered him to do so back then he would have refused. The woman didn't seem affected by the tie to her puppet and its struggle at all, but if it was anything that he had experienced he knew for sure that she had cut off any ties to the realm of being called human.

She seemed to go on and laugh about what she had done. At the least after the witch was dead he could ensure the woman's soul could move on and not be trapped here as many souls of the puppets were. But till then he had to bid his time and watch his mouth. It wasn't as if his name was unheard of and he was certain out of this group the woman could pick him out easily if he said too much or displayed his magic.

Let alone his face was enough to give away who he was. He had a scar over his right eye where that corrupted spell back fired that one day. It left that eye useless as far as seeing as one would normally see, though it wasn't completely useless just yet. It still could be used for other tricks he kept to himself. But the hood kept that and the deep purple of his other eye hidden, only faint traces of red swirled in both eyes. Most Drows held blood red eyes but there were a handful that had such odd shades, normally only ones with magic in their blood.

The witch seemed to stop as she made her puppet walk about the area, picking the woman's brain for where the girl may be. He continued to stay back from the group of four that remained. He needed to ensure he didn't get caught up in any trap or attack that the girl may have set up in her defense. If he died here that would hardly be helping her at all, let he would have done all of this for nothing.

The woman seemed to grin as she muttered a few words saying that the girl should be close. Spouting off a mess that she could smell her. Vaden hardly believed her that far, but there was always the chance she wasn't half crazed and telling the truth. The girl would never fight her mother he knew that and the witch probably did too, or rather was counting on that. But there was a few things he could do to make her spell unravel from the poor woman's body. He just had to wait...