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(Eulalius)
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Oh, what to do about that girl? Eulalius thought as he came closer to the door of the cabin. Eulalius was beginning to become drawn to Ella, as a father would a daughter. She had her fair share of problems, and no one seemed willing to listen. It wasn't something Eulalius could personally relate to, but he reasoned with himself that no one really deserves nor needs to keep anything like that bottled up.

Another thought flashed through Eulalius' mind, erasing his previous feeling nearly altogether. He almost cringed at the vision.

Hmm, if I can just get there before morn-

His thought was cut short as he bumped into someone. Well, bumped isn't really the correct word. Slammed, rather, into another being as he exited the cabin.

He was dazed for a moment, but otherwise unscathed. He looked down at the person he had run into.

This girl he had run into certainly wasn't a member of the organization. In fact, she wore attire that didn't point out what faction she serviced for. Before he thought abou drawing a dagger on the girl, he reasoned with himself that it was a healer. Any other citizen-or member of any other faction, for that matter- would have easily been noticed and killed by now.

"And now just where are we off to in such a hurry, missy?"

Eulalius extended a hand to help her up and offered a smile.

Can't go around being all 'moody' and 'unfriendly' can we? Tis' odd that many people find assassins unsociable. WE're just like them. Although maybe its the fact that we kill for a living..

Yep. Definately the killing..