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As Adaryan stood outside, he was listening to every word that the other members of the party had been saying. He scoffed to himself as he pulled out his arcane bow and started examining the metal, scanning it for any possible inperfections or flaws. Finding nothing he then started shooting small bolts of magic into the ground through the bow out of sheer boredom as he waited.

He looked down at his bow before slowing, working through the steps of his mana bolt forging once more. "Heat mana. Seperate. Refine. Cool and harden. Lengthen. Fold. Fold. Fold. Fold. Fold. Reinforce mana core. Reinforce mana jacket. Form inner aura. Form outer aura. Mix with earth. Heat with fire. Cool with water. Sand jacket. Sharpen bolthead. Begin sigil attachment. Attach outer ring. Attach inner ring. Begin resonance. Resonate arcane aura. Resonate arcane jacket. Resonate arcane core. Attach bolt to sigil." He then stood there with a perfectly formed mana bolt before he shot it at the ground nearby, creating a small crater in the ground. "Hmm...that will do I suppose."

As he put the bow away again, he leaned against the wall gazing up at the sky. He still remembered clearly when his family was ambushed by the Auranium due to their interference in operations. He chuckled at the irony really; it took fifty of the Auranium to best six men and two women. While the death toll was far to high in Adaryan's opinion (all of his mercenary group had been killed after all) they took the entire band of cultists with them, something he was proud off.

"Am I doing the right thing?" He wondered aloud as he glanced back behind him to the group of unlikely people that had formed. "Protecting the Queen. Sounds like a job that all of you would have loved to have I'm sure. She seems nice enough, just has a little confidence issues." He then turned to see an unassuming man approaching the gate. Due to his self-appointed task of guard duty, he walked up and stopped him. "Who are you?" He questioned coldly before noticing the odd smile on the man's face. Backing up just in time to avoid a dagger to the abdomen, he unsheathed his own dagger before frontflipping over the man's dagger toss and stabbing the ground in front of his would be assailant.

In an instant the earth erupted in a swath of fire as it engulfed and consumed the attacker, his screams dying almost as soon as they started. Adaryan stood and stretched before glancing back at the doors he had left from a scarce few moments before. "No doubt they were hoping on people being disorganized..." He mused outwardly before chuckling. "And I'm fairly sure that our wayward little band heard that spell I just used too." He shrugged before sitting next to the now burnt corpse and started digging through the still intact pouches, hoping to find anything useful.