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Alex climbed to his feet and brushed his robes off, walking over to the partially frozen wolf he finished the job by freezing the rest of him before looking around. Raising his staff he plunged the base into the one he just finished freezing, causing him to shatter into several pieces, he turned and did the same to the others before walking into the room with the girl. "Miss, miss, are you alright?" He knelt down beside her, timidly poking at her side to see if she was responsive; this guy really was a dolt.

"Alright, let's go." Aaron said, and he grabbed the axe. The ran from Karl's shop to the city streets. "I know a short cut, this way." Aaron said. They ran down an alley way into the main square. "I hope we're not too late." They hurried past the crowds in the main square, and finally arrived at the tavern. The pushed open the door, but no one was in the down stairs rooms. They heard noises coming from up stairs. "Hear that?" Aaron said. "Let's check it out."

Karl wasn't waiting. He had already changed into his wearwolf form long before reaching the tavern. When they got there, he didn't need to be told twice to go upstairs. He got there before Aaron and virtually leaped up the stairs. He ran through the door, shattering it to splinters and saw a man hunched over Cade, who was lying on the floor. Karl let out a lout roar to get who he thought was Cade's attacker's attention.

When Aaron reached the top of the stairs, he had readied himself by changing into an attack stance. Only one man was in here, and he was surronded by ice statues of werewolves. Aaron realized they weren't statues, but actual werewovles. This man had killed them all? Aaron ran over to him, and he put his hand on the man's shoulder, and he pulled him to turn around. "You're not her boss. Who are you?" Karl looked ready to tear him to shreds. Cade was on the floor, and she looked hurt. "Karl, stand down. I don't think he was her attacker."

His eyes met Aaron's for a moment, tilting his head to the side he studied him. "Boss? I don't work for this tavern... I came here for supper, but... I heard commotion and came up here to find her under attack by those were's, your friend doesn't need to be frozen and shattered, does he?" Alex shook his head quickly before turning his attention back to the woman, holding his stave above her.

"Mmmph.." Cade finally moved, first her hands began to twitch before her head slowly turned to the side to peak up. Tears stained her cheeks and mixed with her own blood on her face. She met the gaze of Alex, the one who saved her, Aaron and...Oh no! The poor girl didn't recognize Karl as his werewolf form as she was still scared and blinded by fear. "Look out!" Quickly she scrambled to her hands and knees, crawling away to the other side of the room.

Alex rose to his feet and followed Cade with light steps, the base of his staff running across the ground as he walked, to lazy to lift it up and use it to guide his steps. He knelt down again and lifted to staff again to poke the human girl in the side with it, shaking his head, "I can heal those wounds... It'd take awhile, but it can be done." He held his free hand out with a reassuring smile; his eyes having smiles of their own inside them. "My names Alexander Grey, the only Arcane Smith in this entire kingdom; although wear a sweater if you ever come by, it tends to get quite chilly in my place of work... Perhaps it's my methods. But it's still cold."

Vlad took one last gulp of his ale and walked out the door.He still had his shredded black top on,if he didnt find a vendor soon he would freeze to death or walk around in his wolf form.Vlad saw a old weapons shouting about "the finest cloth in the land."

Vlad walked to her with a smile.

"Hi maam i am Vlad and i am looking for a...."

"Shirt"-The old woman said laughing.

Vlad smiled while scratching his head.

"It was the noticable."-Vlad said

"I am Lady Hina"-the old woman said with a wry smile and her hand out for a hand shake.

Vlad looked at the old woman with her long grey hair,she must have been very old because it showed very clearly for any race.

"I think i may have found something for you lad."-The old woman said waveing her hand for Vlad to come near her.

It was a silk black shirt darker then the black he previously owned.Vlad knew the shirt must cost a few hundred gold.

"I am sorry maam but i am a poor travler with nothing to my name."

Lady Hina looked at Vlad with her mirky blue eyes.

"Its no problem sonny,i would hate to see a handsome man such as yourself freeze to death in these harsh lands."

Vlad gave her a polite bow....he thought to himself atleast the old woman still think Vlad is handsome.

He laughed outloud the woman looked at Vlad in confusion.Vlad took the shirt and put it on.

"It is also flexible,so your little temper wont destroy it."

The old woman must have seen Vlad transform during the brawl earlier.Vlad gave Lady Hina another bow before he left her store.Vlad looked at the sky and thought was there anything fun to do around these parts.

Aaron turned to look at Karl, then back to Cade. "Oh, he's not going to harm you. That's Karl, the man who your staying with." Aaron said. "You must be scared." He looked at Alexander. "You said your name's Alexander, right? You can help heal her, right?"

Karl turned back into a human. He sighed deeply and smiled, relieved Cade was alright. "Name's Karl," he said, looking at the shattered remains of werewolves cast all over the floor. "thanks for helping Cade. She probobly be dead if it wasn't for you." He wasn't hurt that Cade was afraid of him. He didn't blame her after what had probobly just happened. "We should probobly take her back to my place, it's not far."

Cade whirled around and sat against the wall, leaning her back against it. Her hair was a mess and her face glistened with blood and tears. She winced and slapped the staff away as he poked her bruised side. "No thanks. I'd like to keep the scars of my mistakes to remind me not to remake them." The girl sighed in relief, hearing Aaron say that was Karl as a werewolf. Her ocean blue eyes noticed Karl shifted back to human, giving him an apologetic smile before looking over at Alexander. "Pleased to meet you. Cadelaria Kethend."

Hearing Karl suggest they take her back to his place, she nodded in agreement and slowly pulled herself up. Every bone in her body ached from being tossed around. Her gaze then shifted down to notice she had gotten blood on the shirt Karl gave her. "Lovely." Quickly she turned to look at Alex again and bowed her head. "Thanks for showing up. Karl was right, I probably would have been dead by now."

The girl made her way over to her dresser, picking up a violin shaped case. She couldn't help but see flashbacks of what had happened tonight. The glistening yellow teeth flashing in her face, a huge werewolf towering over her. She clutched her violin against her chest, shaking slightly. "Looks like I'm not in dept with those werewolves anymore." Her voice was exhausted as she turned around to face all three men, trying to pull a smile on her face. "Can we go now? It's getting dark quickly."

Vlad had the smile of a kid about his new shirt,it was so soft and thin it felt like he was wearing nothing.Vlad streaked his white stripes in his hair with a grumble.Vlad needed to see if the old woman was right about the shirt.He began to shapeshift into his werewolf form.Vlad looked down at his chest and saw the shirt was still fully intact.The large wolf was happy and let out a large howl.

Vlad needed room and a hot meal.The wind rustled threw Vlad's black fur.He knew he needed to go to a inn but he decided it to spend it on more ale at the bar.He was use to sleeping outside and this would be no diffrent.Vlad walked back the bar in his werewolf form so the wind wouldnt bother him.He threw open the doors and looked around.Vlad wanted a good time hopeing he would find something in the bar.

Alex nodded slowly, pushing past the others, "I'm sorry to be rude, but I need to go... Getting quite tired, 'ey?" He slowly made his way down the staircase; and out of the Tavern without a problem. He reached his shop and opened the door slowly, walking in the door magically closed behind him and sealed itself before the man walked up a long spiral stair case into his chambers and library. "Time to sleep, I suppose..."

What was this a beautiful woman had caught Vlad's introduction.Vlad looked around the room to make sure she wasnt with anyone he didnt want to go threw the whole fighting again.Vlad noticed he was still in his wolf form and transformed back into his human form.He made sure his clothes were clean he pulled out this bottle from the pouch and sprayed allitle on himself.He fixed his white streaked hair and began to walk towards the table.It was odd because the girl had a wolf as a pet she might be a slaver or a assasin looking for a break.Vlad decided to risk it.

He sat down at her table with his usual smile.

"Hi i am Vlad."-Vlad said kissing her hand.

Aaron watched Alexander leave. He turned his attention back to the group. "I should go to. I have some business to attend to." He said. "Good night, Karl. Cade, I hope your wounds heal. Sleep well." He handed Karl back is axe. "I'll be back to your shop in the morning to pick up my equipment." He walked down stairs and out the door. He walked along the streets untill he found a house with no lights in the windows. He tried the door, but it was locked, as expected. He reached into his pocke, pulled out a lock pick. He wasn't very good at lock picking, but if he had too, he'd do it. He inserted the pick into the door. He fumbled around in the lock untill he heard all the tumblers go up. He looked around, and entered silently into the house. He walked around in the house untill he found the bedroom. He opened the door to find a woman sleeping in a bed. He walked over to her bed, bent over, and bit into her neck. He sucked her blood, stood up, and wiped his mouth. He exited her house, and walked to the tavern he lived in. He took of his cloak, and went to sleep.

"Yeah, we should go." Karl led the way for Cade down the stairs and out into the evening. Upon reaching the shop Karl let Cade go before him and as he entered he locked the door behind them, "Just to be safe." He said to himself. He then turned to Cade, "Wel, you can go ahead and get settled up in your room. I've got to finish Aaron's equipment."

While everyone was saying their goodbyes, Cade desided to stuff several sets of clothes into a carrying case. When it was finally time to go, she followed Karl out. The entire time they were walking, she stuck close to Karls heels. Her eyes were trying not to blink, petrified with fear as she looked around the dark city. The night guards were walking about with lanterns as the only source of light.

When they finally made it to his shop, she sprinted the rest of the way and slid into the building. Her chest rose and fell, catching her breath before turning to look at Karl. "You sure you don't want company?" Cade was scared of falling asleep on her own, even if Karl would be on the first floor working. She still had her items clutched to her chest, knuckles white. Her cheek was stained in blood but she didn't care. Her eyes looked pleading.

Karl began working, "Yeah, sure. You do whatever you want." The noise of his working would probobly keep her awake anyhow, the neigbors often complained about his late night projects. He stopped for a moment and looked up at Cade, "Who were those werewolves anyway? What did they want?"

((OCC: Continued from sample post))
Duncan reached his bookstore around midnight. He shut and locked the door behind him and lit a the candle holders that hung on the walls. His bookstore was a thin building. It was wedged between two inns, and the space it occupied could have been an alleyway. Surprisingly the inside was not stuffy. It was cramped, but the organization of the bookshelves and other equipment gave the shop a warm inviting feel. The outside blended in perfectly with any of the other shops on the street, save for the bookstore sign that hung over the front door. The inside however was quite the attention getter.

Bookshelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling. A wooden stair case wound around a pole in the center of the room. This led up to the second floor which consisted of a wooden catwalk that circled the interior of the building. The catwalk was built so one could lean out over it, and collect books from the higher shelves. Whatever wall space that was not covered by bookshelves, was covered by maps. At least five different maps of various regions were pasted on the walls. Duncan liked to study these in his free time because he had actually been to some of the places on them. The last level of the bookstore was only accessible by a pull down ladder, this was Duncan's private quarters.

Duncan pulled the ladder down out of the ceiling and climbed up into his bedroom. He hung his cloak on a peg by the door, closed his window shades, and climbed into bed. Duncan took one last look around his room, and then shut his eyes. That was the last time he ever saw his bookstore.