IC: Ferron (Po-Wahi Wastes)
Zuria's silence lingered, and Ferron's alertness quickly dropped, his mind instead getting to work once again on making sense of Kuhrin's scheme.
It was then a sudden realization hit him: The Mask of Healing couldn't be used to heal one self, if Kuhrin wanted to be healed, someone else would have to wear the mask.
Someone else... or maybe someone he knew very well.
"This is not going to be fun"
The packing and preparing for the trip had gone well enough. Zuriana had taken care of most of that, it really was more her territory. Ferron had tried to help as best as he could, if only to avoid thinking about the upcoming trials for a moment or two.
His mind was at peak alertness, ready to spring into action the second things went south. His skills, honed as they were, would be sure to make quick work of whatever Kuhrin's goons could throw at them.
For a moment, his mind drifted back to his time with Krell, taking note of remembering the unconscious Toa that'd started it all. Crystal, if he remembered correctly. Was he one of Kuhrin's goons? If so, at least he'd have an idea what to expect.