At the crossroads, just a short walk from an entrance to the forest, there is a hut. It is domed in design, quite large, and is a dark green. The roof is covered in various foliage, some plants apparently burned by some kind of heat, not neccisarily fire, but a great heat, although the area feels quite cool. There are no windows, but a large door, covered by a large, bulky, light green sheet. From within, you can hear various growls and grunts, with a slight blue glow coming from under the aforementioned sheet. There is also a chimney-like pipe coming from the side of the hut, allowing some smoke rings to come out.

On a mat before the hut is a man, sitting cross-legged, clad in a tunic and pants that end inbetween the foot and knee, revealing heavily bandaged feet, though it seems like he can walk. He wears heavy bandages around his eyes as well, some blood seeping through the ragged cloth. He has a lean build, no detectable muscles anywhere on his form, but is quite tall. His hair is thick and brick red, designed in the front like a pair of horns, but goes down to his shoulders flat and smooth. His skin is tanned, showing that he has gone out of the forest at least once before. He has large ears, both pointed, that have a rather beastial look about them.

He sits playing a large sitar, and he seems to be bored. Every once in a while, he looks back at the hut, though his eyes are bandaged over, and groans, as he turns back to play his sitar. Plucking at the strings with hands like those of an artist, he sighs, and then looks up. He notices that there are others in the forest with him, and he smiles. "Care to join me?" he asks, smiling smugly, as he places the sitar before him, as he moves his legs so that they are spread out, as he rubs them to get the circulation in them running smoothly again. "Feels like the world here is dead, doesn't it?" he asks, as a smile ran away from his face, though it returns quickly, the frown seeming only as an illusion.

Orpheous, who was heading back to his camp noticed both the hut and the man. The first things that struck Orpheous about the man were the bloody bandages. "Sure, I would love to join you. You right, the world does seem dead here." He took a seat on the mat, also.

The man lifts his head up and down, looking the stranger over, although he can't see through the bandages. "And who might you be?" he asks, before crossing his legs again and picking up his sitar. It was a large thing, with strange markings on it, in all different colors. He plucks a string or two, then introduces himself. "Name's Tartaga."

"I'm Orpheous, an inkweaver," said Orpheous with a smile. "So, may I ask what is with the bandages? If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to."

Tartaga put the sitar down again, as he needed the use fo both arms. "Well, the ones on my feet are for walking, while the ones over my eyes..." he didn't finish, but instead he lifted them up, to reveal two empty eye sockets, completely devoid of eyes. "Weird, ain't it?" he asked, as if the loss of his eyes didn't bother him.

"Wow, how did that happen?" asked an intrigued Orpheous.

"I feel in love." grinned Tartaga. "A girl caught my eye, and she took the other with it." he joked, before pulling down the bandages so that only one eye socket could be seen. "I can't see, but I can hear, and I know a whole lot more than I let on." he added, before laying on his back, using the sitar as a headrest.

From the hut, a grunt and some murmers could be heard. "Idiot! You're not any better than a human!" "Wll, nt my faut yu ddnt red th bok" "You can't even SPEAK right!" "Sure, blm it on me. Hy, lts ll mk fn of th drgn!" At this, Tartaga shakes his head. "I can't let those two be alone." he groans.

"Hum, that makes a lot of sense," said Orpheous sarcastically. However, as soon as he heard the murmurs from the house he asked, "Hey what do you mean I can't leave those to alone? Who are they, and why can't you leave them alone?"

OOC: I am sorry for the short posts, I have a lot on my plate right now.

"That's Sheradon and Sheraton. I can't leave 'em alone 'cause they fight all the time. To make things worse, Don looks down on humans, and Ton can only speak in his weird manner." explained Tartaga, lifting his head to look at Orph, the only sign that he was looking being his eyelid closing over his empty eye socket. "But, on the bright side, Ton knows how to interperate signs, y'know things like stars or trees in weird formations, while Don is unbelieveable smart." he adds, before turning his head to the hut. "Hey, guys! Come out here!" he yells, before the two exit the hut by the curtain.

The first to come out is a gorilla, large and majestic, his only difference from the norm being the bright red fez on his head, a gold tassel hanging from the top. "This is Sheradon. Sheradon, Orph, Orph, Sheradon." said Tartaga, as Sheradon gives Orph a look of disgust, and a snort to acknowledge him

Next is Sheraton, in the form of a dragonling, in otherwords, and human dragon. He has somewhat green scales, with large, yellow symbols all over his arms, legs, and chest. "Who mht yu b?" he says, looking Orph over quizzically. "This is Orpheous, and this is Sheraton." explained Tartaga.

From inside the hut, the sound of an object bursting into flame could be heard, but no smoke came from inside. Sheradon looked back at the hut, before slamming a fist into the ground. "The element of fire has been lost, Tartaga. It will take time to find it again, should it ever decide to come back." he said, speaking calmly.

Orpheous responds to Sheradon by ignoring his existence, he however, turns to Sheraton with a friendly smile, while he held out his hand, "It is a pleasure to meet you." Then, he noticed what was going on in the hut. "Element of Fire?" he asked, wanting to know what it is.

Sheradon gives a hateful glare at Orpheous, about to curse the human's existance before Sheraton covers the ape's mouth. "Bll. Werd cntnr cvrs it. Orng." he said, his speech impediment coming back up.

"Translation?" asked Orpheous to Tartaga(that is the best I could do right now).

OOC: Your IM says your offline.

Tartaga laughs, before translating for Orph. "You see, the element of fire is this little orange sphere, surrounded by a weird box like device." he said, smiling, as he was talking to a tree.

"I see," responded Orpheous calmly. "Well, I best be off, it was a pleasure meeting you." He was still ignoring Sheradon's existence, "Can I stop by another time maybe?" he asked while walking off.