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Pests...

Everyone around the room was collapsed on the floor, seemingly dead, or as close to it as possible. But occasionally, there was a subtle twitch or gasp as pain racked their bodies from within, signifying that life was still present in them, no matter how small the source. At least a dozen bodies, both male and female scattered here and there with a smaller form of an adolescent, lay crumpled in a wrecked position around the room.

A dusky grey haze settled around the room, making visibility poor, no doubt the source of the suffering that burned through the helpless victims strewn about the room. A glowing ember cut through the haze, pinpointing the source of the sickness and pain in the room as Cind inhaled the smoke from his lit cigarette, breathing out more of the magically terrible haze a moment later. A satisfied smile upturned the corners of his mouth at the sight around him.

'This is the most fun I've had since we arrived in this pathetic to--'

A knocking at the entrance to the closed off room cut his thoughts off suddenly as the corners of his mouth turned down once more. There were no windows, no decent ventilation system, and only one door in the room, making it easy to pinpoint where the sound came from. "Go Away." Cind called casually, he was having too much fun and wasn't going to let the meaningless tasks of the other guild members spoil it now.

"Sorry, but I'm here to relieve you." The voice outside persisted after the knock, slightly muffled through the door. "You're wanted in the town. Word has gotten out to an official guild and they're on their way to try helping the town. The master is predicting a fight."

'Hm?' That bit of information intrigued him. Another guild meant other mages to state the obvious. He could have some fun with them without having to suppress himself like he needed to with the scum laying about the room. Rising from his seat he had assumed in the room, he strode to the door. and opened it, the haze subsiding slightly around the pressure of the rushing air entering the room. A lesser wizard stood before him, throwing up his arm to cover his mouth as the smoke made its way out of the room following Cind.

"You weren't supposed to kill them..." The man said as he peered at the still bodies in the room, lowering his arm slightly to get a better view.

Cind's hand shot out and caught the man, pulling him closer and exhaling a large amount of burning smoke into his face. "Oh don't worry, they aren't dead, they only wish they were!" With a shoving kick, Cind sent the man sprawling into the room before shutting the door behind him. The sounds of the man's fit of coughing was music to his ears as he strode toward the outskirts of the town, preparing to meet the arrival of the Official guild.