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“Well, he was an odd character and was asking too many personal questions of a lady he had just met,” Argenta replied, “Now I am more relieved I got you. He must’ve done something very bad to be an exile.”

Larloch called out behind them trying to explain his self and like many times before, his effort was futile. Argenta did hear him but she could not comprehend his plight really. She was not brave enough to face the ‘wizard’ again to have him explain his whole scenario. It was in all probability anyways he would move on from the village and they would never see him again. At least that's what she hoped

She patted Philomela’s arm with her hand comfortingly, noticing her tilt her golden head down and her soft blue eyes staring towards the ground.

“Please, don’t feel bad. I really wanted to help you. ”

Argenta felt her face flush; she could hardly believe she had done something so bold, considering that man was possibly a wizard, exile, or both. It made her feel good to think that she had actually helped Philomela yet she also felt a foreboding feeling now. They made it to the front of the stable and stopped at the closed doors. She brushed a ringlet of black hair from her dark blue eyes and took a deep breath.

“Dion! Are you in there?” Argenta called, knocking on the large wooden doors with her free hand.

She had become familiar with Dion because of her father’s frequent visits to the Tavern. Her father would bring their black horse Marion and keep her in the stables until he was ready to go.

“C’mon Dion, my father is waiting!”