OOC: Pain, ouch. I never want to go to Temora again.
IC: Tyveras had finally left the Blue Mountains and was heading towards Lithgow. He would be there in less than an hour, he would stop there and pick up supplies, and re-fuel. Tyveras sent his shadow back, hoping to learn more, this time it had a appearance of middle-aged man, with a few wrinkles, and streaks of grey through his hair. The illusion stepped out of a side alley and saw the tiger with the spirit hovering above it, the illusion winked at it, then walked into the same restrurant as Vixus and Shotoken. It quickly sat down at a table, and seemed to look through a menu.
Fear compels you
Hatred binds you
Grief destroys you