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    Sigard.

    "You may smile... but you are bearing a sad sad smile, young man".



    That old man sneaked up on Ronan as if he was just a whisper carried on wind. He seemed pretty old, but something in his eyes made him seem older than he was.

    He sat by the side of the road, looking... somewhat... different from the scene he was suppose to be part of. There was something richer about him... something that did not fit the poor market, but at the same time he could have easily pose for a bagger.

    "What seems to be troubling a man such as yourself...", he put up a smile, "Forgive me, if I may come off rude, but I couldn't help noticing you, and you alone. Call it a hunch, call it... familiarity. You boy have the aura of a person I knew long ago... and I don't easily forget it. It's like the sensation of coins in your pocket, that you seem to have forgotten they were there. A great sense of... finding".

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    Aerosia- on the way to Burg Present

    "Pardon me good sir", a woman dressed in red approached Cliven, "You seem stranger to our town, are you looking for someone? do you need any help?"

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    The road for the longest time had seemed abandoned. Not that Cliven minded that much, it gave him time. Time to look back, time to reflect and above all, time to plan. His next move, and maybe even the one after that, Cliven went on thinking. Perhaps it was time to settle down, hang up the gun and take up something simple like smithing or farming, never merchant work. Too much bad karma for that. Yeah a nice quiet life would be a great change from getting shot at every other week, who knows, might even find a nice woman, start a family. Actually set it straight for once.

    Yeah that was looking appealing. Then however Cliven's thoughts were disrupted but Avel stopping.
    That was when he noticed the woman. Dressed all in read with her face veiled. She nailed it, he was strange to the town, if you could call it that. Though he wasn't looking for anyone.

    Cliven sighed.
    "Stranger yes, though I an't looking for anyone. Just a place to stay for now."
    Cliven scratched his chin.
    "Help on the other hand, Like I said a place to stay would be more than welcome ma'am."




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    Default My smile is sad because I don't know how much longer I'll be able to...

    After watching his magic slowly heal his cuts, Zelvad rubbed his eyes and slumped into a stagecoach nearby that was the arranged ride back to his new abode in the capital, wincing at the bruises that still covered his body. After patting the side, the driver nudged the horses on and the trek home began.

    The ride back into the capital gave Zelvad a chance to rest and eventually drift off to sleep. He had spent the two and a half days getting everything ready for that fight. Between researching and applying the wards, rehearsing the approach and the countless hours spent sparring with multiple opponents to keep his awareness as sharp as it could be, he was honestly surprised that he didn’t immediately pass out the second Kirin left to run the report.

    Ever since Zelvad became the head Elder, he’s had two objectives. The first was returning the clan to its former glory. It seemed when word spread about Lieroan and the other elder’s deaths, the clan almost immediately erupted into civil war in the shadows of the city. On one side, there were those that wanted to purge magic as a whole and tried to kill all mages and druids whether they were suspected of corruption or not, precepts be damned. Then there were those that believed that such action would make the clan no better than the monsters that history had made them out to be, and fought to protect those who were known to have done good in the world as well as those who had no hard evidence of corruption about them. The latter side was losing the fight until Zelvad came home with a burlap sack spattered with blood.

    Walking straight into the opposition’s base of operations once found, Zelvad threw the bag on the table in front of him, letting Cronus’s head roll out of the bag as he informed the opposition in the room that he had challenged the new Elder in the old ways and prevailed. There were still pockets of resistance over the next couple of years based on the lack of belief that such a young member of the clan had achieved such power. They were soon after met with a such a stout force of retribution that those of the malcontents in the clan who survived it fell in line out of fear that they would be next. An effort to bolster numbers took place shortly after the fighting was quelled, while four of those that fought with Zelvad were chosen to be his council of Elders.

    Kirin was the first to be selected. A clan like this is only effective if they stay properly informed and evenly deployed, and Kirin’s network was the biggest and most comprehensive. This was particularly made known during the time frame of Zelvad’s arrival. The man took pride in his information and thus was able to help coordinate movements and strikes against their foes.

    Rolin was second. During the fighting, Rolin was exceptional at keeping pace with Zelvad. Being as physically capable as himself, Rolin was tasked with helping Zelvad ensure that the new blood are trained and armed to best suit each recruit.

    Last, but certainly not least, came Gem and Aye. Twins that also became the first mages to be recruited into the clan. They were the one of the first to give support to the Fangs and to Zelvad in bringing peace back to Chanclera. Their knowledge of illusion magic helped Zelvad cultivate his own and raise them up to the level they are at now.

    It was definitely a smaller group than the last, but Zelvad felt this grouping covered everything they needed to at least build a foundation on before reestablishing the reach the clan had before.

    His second objective was a personal one. Since her disappearance at Sigard, Zelvad spent every moment not used for the clan, eating, or sleeping to search for any clues as to Helena’s whereabouts. He was serious about wanting to settle with her when he told her as much that night, and he would see the naysayers silenced when he finally found peace.

    He was waiting for the past month on his scouts to return from their latest searches. She wasn’t in Chanclera or Aerosia, nor was she in Ascara and he made a plea to those in Norgard to keep their ears and eyes open for anyhting. Which just left two stones unturned, Esgares and Ivalor. Zelvad wasn’t holding his breath on Esgares and the cruel irony of Ivalor being where she was held was something he didn’t want think about right now.

    He should have stayed and fought beside her that day….he should‘ve-

    A rapping on the side of the coach snapped Zelvad awake and caused him to half reach for his weapons, when he turned to face the driver he scared half to death. “W-w-w-we’ve arrived, sir.” Zelvad sighed heavily and buried his face in his hands. Before slowly stepping out and shaking the driver’s hand as a thanks.

    The area they stopped in was lightly forested. Nothing but trees and flora, for miles to the east and a swamp a few yards to the west.

    “Apologies for the scare. It’s just been a long couple of weeks and I’m still a bit on edge. I’ll have a little extra sent your way making the trek so far out of your arranged route.”

    “I-it’s fine, sir. I’ve had arrows and blades trained on me before, comes with the job of a convoy runner, just that the reaction was a bit faster than I’ve seen before is all.”

    With that the driver nervously, nodded and returned to the reins before continuing.

    Zelvad waited till the driver turned the corner before pressing into the wooded area, ducking into a ditch with a door on the ground. Opening the door, Zelvad dropped down and traversed the tunnel, until he came to an open area lit by an array of candles on the ground and hanging from the ceiling as well as a hole or two in the ceiling to allow natural light in. A woman was in this area with her back to him. “The job is done Bria, anything new in the city?” His voice perked her ears up and she quickly turned around to set her eyes on the tired, bruised form Zelvad arrived in. “Look at you, you’re a mess Uncle Zel !” Bria strolled toward Zelvad and gave him a short hug to Zelvad to which he winced, which caused Bria to recoil and let go. “Oh, right...battle recovery. Sorry!” She looked like she hadn’t aged a day, even though she was a woman in her own right. It was like she just got taller and cut her black hair to form a short ponytail. Shaking her head, Bria walked over to a shelf of jarred herbs and salves.

    “Yeah, well….I would say you should see the other guy, but they vanished into nothing so…” Zelvad tried to chuckle, but winced again and slowly eased into a chair.

    “Well, don’t get too comfortable. We have a royal summons from the King once I help fix you up. It still surprises me how quickly Kirin’s messages move.”

    “That’s why he’s an Elder, Bria. The information is detailed and objective, and the delivery is fast. Though he already has the report, why does he need me to be present?”

    “Not sure. Though he did use his own personal seal on the letter instead for the standard one for basic communication.”

    Great…..
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    Aerosia- Near Jaylyn's home

    "BOO!",

    A face adorned with red hairs loomed over Jaylyn, but the last hadn't flinch one bit. Maybe because she was used to Talia's presence and the fact she could just appear out of nowhere, or maybe it has something to do with Jaylyn. Talia suspect the girl was some kind of a mystic, capable of feelings things and omens.

    "You are no fun!", Talia pouted, clearly referring to the fact she wasn't able to even make Jaylyn shriek.

    From behind them, the two girls heard grunts and clumsy steps that stopped beside the nearest tree. It was Talia's Goblin. He wasn't really welcomed anywhere, but Jaylyn and her dog accepted them. But, the frightened Dreeg never approached too close when Strahl was around. Talia always suspected it has something to do with early trauma from his life before she met him.

    "What are you doing up so late, Jay?", she asked as she slowly took her place beside the girl.

    ***

    Aerosia- on the way to Burg Present

    "Of course!", the woman dressed in red nodded, "If you be so kind to walk me back, I'm sure the Mother Matron, will be kind enough to take you in... It will give you a place to rest your head, and maybe you will tell me more about what you seek in our island?"


    ***

    Chanclera - Capital Alliryme




    The Capital of Chanclera was nothing like the rest of it. As druids took hold of most of the place, and the assassins made sure they still kept watch on the magic flowing around, it meant that the nation had no means to establish a proper magical hold.

    But that was not the case for Alliryme. For years the kings and nobles of the ancient dynasty, that seemed to have been linked directly to the red goddess herself, have kept their blood line pure and true to the use of the magic, the real magic as they called it.

    They respect the will of all the inhabitants and stayed mostly in the capital, but that did not prevent them from ruling far and across, spying where they could, yet it was not the case the other way around, because there was so little information about those magical people of the capital.

    But everyone knew that the Kings were not chosen by birth, as they needed to present a certain type of skill to ascend the throne. Moreover, they say that the current one has been sitting there for a long, long time. Much longer than humans could remember. No one knew exactly how it came to pass, some suspected forbidden magic, but many claimed that those were nothing but vile rumors, as many kings took the name "Loryan" upon themselves.

    Zelvad himself wasn't sure, but tend to believe the later. He only met with the king few times (which was far more than what most people had...). He didn't learned a lot, only that the king seemed to not capable of aging, as he remained the same whenever they met. He also concluded that the two were never going to see eye for a eye. They did respected each other but it was in a "rival" type of way, as they both couldn't stand one another.

    "He is coming, my lord".

    A long sigh. "Summon him in when possible, do tell him to take a proper bath before he comes to see me...".

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    Cliven went silent for a moment, he had to choose his words carefully from here on out. Truthfully he hadn't expected this sort of reaction to an arguably shady stranger as he was, but Cliven would take what he could.

    "Much obliged ma'am" Cliven finally said. He dismounted his trustworthy steed and friend Avel, more out of consideration to his unlooked for companion's lack of a mount than any real desire to walk.

    Strange how people show up when ya least expect it. Maybe this could help me leave that old life behind, until then Red here best not find out about my past adventures.

    After a few minutes of relative quiet, Cliven decided to break the silence.
    "So, you have a name ma'am, or should I call you Red?"




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    Aerosia- on the way to Burg

    "So, you have a name ma'am, or should I call you Red?"

    "Shani", said the woman slowly and after a long pause in which the man failed to respond she added, "Ironically".

    Again the main was puzzled, "considering it means 'Crimson' in the old tongue, I can easily say you were not far from truth", she chuckled, "So yes, you can call me 'red', but I would prefer if you would address me as Shani. You are not from around here, are you?"

    That was a rhetorical questions, because she figured it was the case from the way he dressed and how lost he appear in her eyes, but what made her be sure of it was the fact he had no knowledge of the "mothers", the sisters dressed in red.

    She would have liked to enlighten him but decided it would make her rhetorical in his eyes, a thing she have liked to avoid, because being modest was a principle for the "mothers".

    "Where are you from?", she added as the two of them marched onward, "Are you searching for someone?"

    ***

    Norgard

    Note: this event takes place before the meeting of Jaylyn and Talia, as to explain how this is coming together.





    The banquet held for the siblings of the coming of age of Princess Phaedra Al’Andunn was marvelous.

    With the royal familys separated in horizontal table of their own, yes facing the many other tables in the great hall, the party was crowded, and there was hardly any spot of people to walk between.

    To keep the guests entertained however, the nobles made sure to keep a spot in the middle, where men dressed as clowns were joggling swords and torches set on fire and beautiful women were dancing in exotic dresses.

    Wine spilled, literally, all over, and handsome feast of food and meat was constantly being served.






    The princess was beautiful as her mother, even some dared to whisper that the lass will surpass her later in years, as she inherited a lot of beauty traits from both her folks.

    There was a little tension with the Nordling knights brought about with queen Glissher, but the druids soon remembered themselves and the peace treaty and were about to welcome everyone as brothers in arms.

    The wine as well did help on that of course.

    During all these event it was hard not to notice two things. That the princess smile was less frequent than usual, and there were hard storms outside, much unlike the season...

    ***

    On the way to Chanclera- or so it seems...

    "This be a bad weather....", said one man as he was busy packing up the lodges for one of the ships that was to carry the two siblings to Chanclera, as to marry off the princess with one of the princes druids there.

    They had spent great time of dawn loading and making sure the boat was ready to set sail, and even packed three more ships with warriors for extra escort, but it was really difficult not to notice the hints of storms in the sky, at the further distance.

    "It be an omen!", said one of the druids.

    "Stop it yer ol' sea dog", called another.

    "The marks are visible, I'd say, but it will take 3 moons to reach here, enough time to be on the way", said the third.

    "Be a bad omen, me think!", said the first.

    "Just stuff your whistle ol' man", said the second as he was carrying an extremely large package on his arms, "The Dream will prevail".

    The Dream was a magnificent battle ship, extremely large, made of dark handsome wood. Despite the symbolic nature of the ship, no one thought twice about having the two royal children embark on it, for it was the mostly beautiful looking ship, a worthy way to give away a bride, much more of it was a royal wedding to be held.

    ***

    Thunders kept roaring at the distance, and the storms will not ease. It was a tough journey and the waves increased in a steady pace. It was really hard to navigate in this weather, and the stars were often blocked by heavy clouds.

    The druids had to come down with magic to help them to keep trace of their journey so far, following the direction that was given to them by magical enchantment of gems.

    But the storms only increased by the day.

    ***

    one ship was lost.

    It was not the first time that Many warriors were lost to the sea, but it was even more saddening for this was not time of war, and no battle at sea took place. A pointless death was always something that one had trouble to get over it.

    The druids sailors were brave enough as to not shade tears over their fallen friends, as to not make the royal siblings feel responsible, as it was not their fault, but it was hard to keep the moral high.

    ***

    "Fasten the sails!", cried one sailor, "Quick, try to keep steady on the wheel!"

    Today was the hardest storm of them all, everyone pulled in the effort to make sure the ship was going to make it. Some were carrying buckets and pushed out waters, some helped to tie the mast, or make sure to throw things that were of no use.

    The thunder roars and the rain was horrible. Another ship was lost, and the princes saw the man trying to hold to ship wracks or swim.

    Many faces were lost between the horrible waves and mist.

    People screamed but their cries were lost among the roars of the wind.

    Another horrible wave.

    And the Dream... fall...


    ***

    Somewhere in Aerosia

    What started as a wedding celebration, soon ended in few bodies washed to shore, while the other lost to the sea.

    Maybe some of them survived. Maybe they were heading to Chanclera still...

    Whatever the answer, The two princes were now in Aerosia, exhausted and wounded, two children, alone in unknown land.

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    Shani huh? Interesting name. Then again this looks to be an interesting place.
    To her other question, the question he hoped would never come up, that of his homeland. Cliven and to think.

    "A long way from here, Last port I left was in Sigard. However if you're asking about my homeland I don't have one, been a long time since i've even thought of home." The shady ex bandit shook his head.

    The next question was however quite out of nowhere, a sort of self reflection was indeed what would be needed to answer such a question. Especially since the rough looking stranger knew of no one in this place, and felt no inclination to lie about his future, his past however he wanted to burry.
    "Looking for someone?"
    Cliven chuckled.
    "Myself I guess, I've had a lot change recently I need to find a new way to live because I can't go back anymore , there's nothing left for me in that dessert. "

    Cliven once more went silent. In the silence the howls of a distant storm could just barely be heard.
    Certainly hope no one got caught in that storm, sounds bad from this far, must be hell up close.
    Looking around Cliven figured it'd be best to just keep up any conversation. It would be less dull than walking in complete quiet.
    "So where exactly are we anyway, I never took the time to figure where I was when I left and it slipped my mind til just now."
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    Chanclera-Capital Alliryme

    Before even leaving for the capital Zelvad made sure he made time to bathe twice. ‘His majesty’, never really made a verbal note of it but Zelvad could tell that he didn’t really care for how Zelvad carried himself. Normally, Zelvad did it out of spite, to show even a “lowly commoner” could stand and walk with the elite. This time though was not an ordinary meeting. Loryan had used his own personal seal on the summons, and Zelvad just got back from the last time that happened, so these were no joke. Zelvad arrived at the castle gates in a more formal version of his standard attire. Black hand wraps covered his hands up to his knuckles and to an inch below his wrists, black trousers and shoes cover his lower half, while a simple white shirt and purple cloth coat covered his top half, the out fit finiished off with a belt with a metal clasp in the fashion of a red hourglass. Zelvad didn’t bring his sword with him, but he did keep his dagger sheathed and hidden in the small of his back under his coat.

    “From the tribes of the Lunar fangs, the Lead Elder has summons for a meeting with his liege, King Loryan presence before the heavens and the Crystal city is imperative.”, heralded a tiny man with long ears, dressed in finest silk of golden and purple stripes.



    The castle was impressive. Decorations of gold and crystals, with impressive imprints of mighty warriors charging forward with shield and armor glistening in the sun and winged Cherubs holding what looked to be warhorns. There were many other nobles, all magical, or bearing some magical power, and they held their position by the wall, gossipping and talking among themselves about the rudeness of the coming assassin.

    Zelvad was not a welcomed face here. Not just because his dress code was not to their style, but mostly because he represented something they feared and hated. Years of secluded life, and missionary teachings of the evil that one of the Lunar Fangs can cause, made the average man stay clear away from the deeper woods, where such danger prevailed, and where the ‘uneducated’ druids and their barbarian like lived.

    The people of the capital never considered druid magic to be the same as standard magic. Using a fire to cook, or harnessing a fire, was something different in their eyes. The druid became one with nature, and they wished to be its master.

    Seeing the expression on his subject’s faces, Loryan couldn’t help but grin. He knew that would not deter Zelvad however, but if this caused the last to be even slightly uncomfortable, then it was more than enough to please him.

    Two guards with winged elements approach before Zelvad could even step closer to the king. It was hard not to notice the motif of “angel” in this place. The people here, and certainly the king, considered themselves the beings that are closer to the gods, and they acted as such. Thinking that at some point the world will learn to understand it too.

    “Ah!”, the king leaned on his hand as he moved a little in his throne, “My dear friend”, he said, his expression not betraying his words, but everyone knew that the king did not mean them, “So… I gather you have just returned from slaughtering another of the vile magicals.”

    There were sounds of laughter in the crowd.

    “Yes. The blight has been contained and eradicated.”

    “Do tell of the heroic deed, friend”, he gestured to the audience, “We are very eager to learn of your trial!”

    Zelvad shifted his eyes at the guards and scoffed. “Well after my people arranged a deal with the local druids and smiths to help coordinate reconstruction efforts to rebuild homes with built-in protective wards, we then put up a high-level ward around the town limits, to be held in place until there was only one lifeforce left inside. Given the strength of the entity we were fighting, the fact that my people who are a ragtag collection of brigands, thieves, and even some mages, were able to handle and contain such power...I find it odd that your “ascendant” guards and forces needed us to solve this issue since your palace seems to show you are so close to the divinities themselves.” Zelvad wanted to smirk after that, but he had to keep his face straight,. “Were your forces spread too thin, I imagine?”

    Loryan smirk dimed but not entirely, “I simply decided to turn to the professionals. After all, no one knows better how to destroy a magical imbalance than… well the ass- I mean the ‘illustrious’ Lunar Fangs”.

    More voices of laughter and ridicule rose but the king hushed them at once, “So, all in all, good job. That is why I believe that peace is of essential to the both of our tribes”, there was a pause, “The promised coins shall be given to you as a reward of course, along with this… interesting piece of information….”, he smiled softly, “but for that we shall draw for my quarters, shall we?”


    ***


    The personal chambers were not as impressive as the halls or even the castle. It felt like the room truly represented the king, and in more than one way. It felt more… real… honest…

    “I’ll be straight with you, Zelvad”, Loryan said the moment they entered. With a gaze and wave of his fingers, the guards departed from the room and the assassin was alone with the king of the Crystal city, “Let’s leave the game for the nobles for now… I want answers”

    He slide a small parchment waxed with Loryan seal.

    “Why the interest in this… forgive my directness, this redhead lady?”

    “That’s personal Loryan. My own need for closure if you will.” Zelvad’s answer was short and deliberate as he cut his eyes at the man before him. The assassin’s dismissive attitude in court, suddenly became very defensive now. How did Loryan know? How much did he already know?

    “Of course…”, Loryan knitted his brows as he pushed the papers to Zelvad’s direction. The agreement was very simple, the terrible beast’s demise for information and the promised reward in coins, “Zelvad… Be careful when dealing with the ancients… They are the purest of magic… I would not allow you to destroy them…”

    “I’ve been working with the Ancient’s power for the past two decades Your Majesty. I have biblical knowledge of the properties of mine and my ilk.”

    “YOUR ILK! YOUR ILK!”, Zelvad sure hoped the king would lose it around him at some point, but he sure never expected it to be like that, “Your ilk were the reason the bloodline drove to near extinction!!”

    “Because your ‘goddess creator’, decided that she wasn’t allowed to watch over the world anymore, and she LOST HER MIND!!!! We are victims of your creator’s will!!!!”

    Loryan nabbed his lower lip, “She was betrayed! Betrayed by the one she loved most! Can you imagine it?, even for a second, what it is like to be stabbed by the one you hold dearest??”, the king started to pace around the chamber, “To create… and be… revoke of your right to what you’ve given birth to. If we are to die by her “madness”, it would have been the right thing to happen, because that was the will of the goddess!”

    Loryan halted after regaining his composure, “I would imagine the charge placed upon the Lunars were horrible, maybe even worthy of praise to a point. Though it doesn’t change the fact that history showed that she lost it. The beautiful being, the mother creator, the red queen, gave it all up… when she became too involved… but to keep chasing and outright remove those of her blood… those are the sins for which your ilk will forever be considered an enemy to me.”

    Zelvad scoffed and brushed a lock of hair that came loose behind his ear. “We only seek out the ones that actively seek to harm those like you and yours, would you rather I had not killed Cronus, and he took the clan to war against all of Chanclera and, given the chance, the rest of the world too?”

    “But it was your clan that gave birth to men such as Mr. Audata… You may be a new branch in the tree… but comparing it to a sage’s tree that been on the earth long enough to know all that has been, your actions are a recent sprout for the children to come. We are not even sure the bloodline is still pure anymore… Your mother… for example… she is not pure…”, Loryan looked long and hard at Zelvad.

    “I would highly suggest you check your tongue, Your ‘Majesty’.” Zelvad scowled.

    “Grow up, boy!”, spat the king, “I was referring to her bloodline. Although…”, he stopped, this was a fight to save for another day, “I am only interested in all of the members of the bloodline that have prevailed to this day. It is my duty as the last king of the magical race of the goddess. Not long ago, four strong pure families fled here. Among them was someone dear to me as well. I thought of her as dead until recently… That is why… I am…. Interested… in this mysterious lady… red hair…. That is a rare sight these days… this particular shade of red… is very very rare, Zelvad”

    Zelvad crossed his arms in frustration while tapping his right foot. “What are you getting at Lorayn? I just got done killing a demon for you, I’m tired and the least you could do is get straight to the damn point…”

    “What would you wish to know, Zelvad? I am as lost as you are… This lady you seek… how… how old will she be now?”

    Zelvad raised an eyebrow at the question. “Why do you care?”

    “She might be… the same…. It’s a false hope for an old king…. An old flame if you will…. I just wish to know if she is the same…”

    Zelvad spoke as he moved his arms from their previous position to allow his hands to rest on his head.“....She’ll be about as old as me.”

    “Not her. Definitely not her”, Loryan lamented as he slammed his hands on his desk, then quickly turning his back to the assassin.

    A long pause soon followed. Zelvad responded to this by grabbing for the scroll fiddling with it in his off hand as he rested the other one on the table before stashing the scroll away upon his person.

    “Leave here. This is an order. Your reward shall be waiting for you outside. The papers are yours. A woman of concern and particular interest has been sighted around the edges of Ivalor…. And some say there is a rumor about a demoness with such hair in the kingdom of Aerosia. Godspeed”.

    “As you will, Your Majesty.” and with a disgruntled face and a exhausted sigh, Zelvad left the room.


    ***

    Somewhere else in Chanclera

    The assassin felt a surging pain entering his iris. His left eye was normal, but the other one turned pale, and within it reflected the vision of his master.

    “Follow him. I want to know everything! I need to see where he walks, where he baths, where he eats, where he shits. I need to know who is this woman he is searching for… you do this for me! This is for the better good. And you know this”.

    The assassin regained his control and his eyes back. In few days time Zelvad shall return to him and the elders. And he will be sure to be tasked with the mission of being his follower soon after.
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    “Hm?” Ronan mumbled, lifting his head up from staring at the ground. He sniffed hard, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve. When he laid eyes on the old man, it was hard not to stop. Ronan was never the type to turn away from a stranger, but the dignified look in the man’s eyes certainly made him stop.

    “Oh! Uh…” he took a moment to gather himself. “Oh no, not troubled at all.” Ronan held back a cough, covering his mouth. “I do seem to have a bit of a cold, though! If you call getting kicked out of my own bakery by my own mother because of a little cough, then yes. I suppose I am a bit troubled. But I apologize, sir.” Ronan sniffed hard through his nose. “I never forget a face. I’m sure we’ve never met. I would have recognized you, for sure. It’s a small world, if I remind you of someone!”



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    “Oh… just…”

    Jaylyn wasn’t completely sure how to answer the other girl. She didn’t want to lie. Talia was a good friend, definitely one of her best. But at the same time, she didn’t want the red headed girl to worry about her mother’s concerns. The truth was that Jaylyn had no idea how to assuage her mother’s only semi-irrational fears about their friendship. At the same time, the more her parents questioned the other girl, the more Jaylyn was certain they just didn’t understand Talia.

    “…I was just thinking for a bit.”

    Strahl rose to his feet and moved to give Talia a sniff, his tail wagging as he welcoming the familiar guest.

    Jaylyn cleared her throat, trying to think of something to say that would keep Talia from asking questions about what was really on her mind. Finally, she rolled onto her side to face her friend, a smirk pulling at her lips.

    “My dad got home today, and you know how him and my mom are. I guess I’m trying NOT to think about what they’re doing inside. Instead, I was wondering what exactly Olivia’s ugly face looked like when she read that letter that was supposedly from Darius.”

    Talia restrained herself from laughing, but her grunting, clearly answered Jaylyn question in a playful manner. Even when she raised her hands to cover her smile, her eyes betrayed her.

    It was on that moment that both girls met each other’s gazes and couldn’t help themselves but laugh together.

    “I’m sorry… about writing this letter… I should have asked you…”, Talia asked after a while, “But it was for a good cause! I swear!”

    There was a long moment in which Talia stayed silent. It was a lie. It was not a good cause. She knew it and so did Jaylyn. Darius had genuine feelings for the priestess’ daughter, and Talia just used this card without considering anyone else. It was not the first time either. She often wondered if there was something in her that cause her to just act without thinking. Like a silly imp. Maybe the rumors about her were true after all… She often wondered what someone like Jaylyn was still her friend. And right now she even got poor Darius into this silly cat fight with Olivia.

    The smile returned to her face however. She had to act tough or she might lose Jaylyn. If she won’t believe her own actions, no one would either.

    “It was a good cause…”, she said again more to herself than for Jaylyn.

    Jaylyn eyed her friend with some suspicion. She hadn’t missed the shadow of a frown that had briefly clouded Talia’s features. But the red-headed girl didn’t seem to want to talk about whatever was bothering her.

    “Sure,” Jaylyn said slowly. “I mean, you don’t have to apologize to me. It sounds like Olivia got what she deserved.”

    Her eyes returned to the night sky above as if searching the sky for ideas of how to change the subject. Whatever was bothering Talia, Jay didn’t want to dwell on it. “Hey,” she finally said with some enthusiasm, “let’s do something tomorrow morning. My parents will probably be sleeping in or… whatever. I don’t want to just sit around. We could do some target practice or go see if there’s any new rumors in town that we could investigate or something.”

    “Well! That sure sounds pretty rad!”, Talia answered slowly as she push her hair over her face.

    ***

    Sigard

    "It is a small world indeed", said the man with a daring grin. He slowly got up on his legs, leaning on a handsome and somewhat expensive looking walking can, "We have not met before true, but I can sense the right people when I see them... And I feel there is a bound between us as we speak... My... at is as if I know you already, wouldn't you say so?".

    There was a moment of pause before the man spoke again, "It is just that... I had the pleasure to meet and work with the most interesting of men. A trader by trade, haha. He used to make good business around here, but I have not laid my eyes on him for some years now. I do hope he is okay. I would very much gain from working with a man such as he".

    The man then seemed somewhat lost in thought, "What was his name again... hmm... Dexter... or was it... Baxter? I am sure his last name was Fardale though"

    ***

    Aerosia- on the way to the village of Kail

    Shani smiled softly, "I am walking you to the our village. It's a small distance from the bigger city, but I'm sure you well enough find a good way to start there, may the goddess watches over you. We are not far now"

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