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(( I find it truly remarkable a single hollow-man was able to row you from the middle of the ocean to Bowerstone port before Ivan could leave the city. ))


Ivan turned toward Lily, who had decided to threaten him in the middle of Bowerstone Square. A few people turned to look at the woman withdrawing a large cleaver and threatening the local gunsmith most of them knew. Ivan looked to Norman, muttering under his breath.
"This chick wrote you?"
"Hah. No. Lot's of people have claimed to have written me, you know. Their egos are just that big. It's quite sad, really, the extremes people will go to, to claim power. If you must know, I was actually written by-"
"Look, we'll discuss this later. For now, I have a plan."
"I thought I was going to be making the plans..."
"You make the long term plans, I'll make the short term ones."
"Fair enough. Now, even though she is lying about writting me I warn you, I've seen her before. She's incredibly powerful, if you want to beat her you'll have to-"

Norman never finished his advising, as Ivan began screaming for help, drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the square.

"Help! Help! She's going to kill me! Guards! Guards!"

It did not take long for the guards to locate Lily, as she was glowing in hellish colors and holding a giant sword threateningly at Ivan. It was not long before ten guards arrived at the scene, pointing their weapons at Lily and demanding her to stand down. All they knew was that some lady was trying to kill the local gunsmith and that did not really go over well.

Norman, able to peice together how the crazy woman had tracked him, put himself into a "low power" mode, if you will. Henceforth she would not be able to track him by such outlandish methods as "feeling his power." Ivan merely dissapeared in the crowd as civilians surged forth, trying to get away. After moving a good distance away, he relocated himself to a bar and purchased a room to hide out in. Chances were low she would find him again.