[PQ] [SE] The highest highs

Caiside The woods are lovely dark and deep But I have places to see And miles to go before I sleep The message left on the board in town had piqued Caiside’s interest, dragging feet that very quickly became hooves into the dusk. At worst, he learned a little more about the traditions of this place, and at best well... honestly he didn’t know what could be better than the chance to learn something about Caido. The scent of predators reached him before the sight did, dimly familiar golden fur appearing out of the darkness as Caiside approached. His ears flicked back, the slightest tremor of irritation running through him before he bit it back. The last (and honestly only) time he had seen this shape before had been with the bookmaker, and his feelings towards the man were sour to say the best. Caiside could be civil, would be civil, and so inclined his head briefly in greeting. Good evening. His mental voice was smooth, but carefully neutral, his mind pressing him more towards caution with two strangers. He turned to look up the spire. Being so close made him uncomfortable, reminded him of the buzz the barrier had had when it had been up. This... will be safe then, right?”