Seraph, having slept for some six hours on the way up after having hunted and gathered ingredients, was more than happy to volunteer for the first watch. He was already cooking some potent acids to make them even more potent in a metal container designed for alchemical use. he was heating it using his flaming knife. It was a knife now. Specifically it was about two thirds the length of his forearm, curved, with a small section of serration a little ways up each side of the blade. The sides of the blade were intricately rusted in such a way that when pulling the blade out of a target, the flecks of rust would break off inside the victim along with the alchemical poisons trapped inside while still gliding into the victim with relative ease (especially now with his new strength)(OOC: I am guessing that the unknown material of this blade cannot change, but if it can then i would like that rust, to be mixed with silver).
Seraph also had a small metal container that held a few silver pieces inside itself, which, once he no longer needed heat to intensify his acids, would heat up until the silver peices were replaced with a liquid silver in the bottom of the container. He had several other ingrediants lying about as well which he was going to need in order to create a new, larger batch of silver extract to replace the old one.
The area around him was cluttered heavily with ingredients and the remains of food which he had been devouring, and was surrounded by a heavy, disagreeable smell, that was in no way subtle. Even at his distance from the others, which he had been sure to maintain, the smell was very strong.
He watched everybody even more cautiosly than before. Bear, the traitor, he watched for any subtle clues of dissention. Aden, the werewolf, he watched of any clues in a lack of stable temperment. His empathy for her had vanished with her transformation. He no longer spoe to her except out of extreme necessity. He knew what were-animals were capable of, and anger control was not one of them. She was already his enemy as far as he was concerned. A danger which, if the situation had been any different, would not have been tolerated.
Then there was Gerrard, who he could not trust. There was no telling how Gerrard was going to act if at any time he was given any power.
Then there was Tsurin, the heat mage. He had not taken his attention off of that spear since the moment he saw it. It was made only more evident by his, whether honest or deceptive, attempts to not pay attention to it. Serraph figured that something was wrong with the spear, and that Tsurin would betray them all the second his own willpower waned to that of whatever within that spear enraptured him. He was not to be trusted.
And who could say anything about tree. The only one who, to Serraph, was not on the verge of some act of murder or dominance.
Normally, four out of five traitors was the line where Serraph would split, but something held him to this cause. This quest.
So he would watch and wait, and he would be ready when they betrayed themselves....
