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Dorian overlooked the wreckage in front of him. He and Jarrak had found their targets only to find that it was an ambush. Sure they had killed them all, but one guy threw a grenado near a pile of barrels filled with munitions. The although the explosions hit neither one of them, a rock hit Jarrack in the head, knocking the man unconscious.

"It is not your fault, you know this don't you?" A familiar voice said. Dorian looked to his side to see an amber haired woman with snow skin. His eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing here? Come to plague me again?" He said with a sneer. The woman smirked. "I am just checking up on you, that's all. You liked me when you were younger, when you still had your complexion." She rested her hand on his shoulder and his skin returned along with his hair. "I need you to remember that you are still me champion and I am still on your side. Remember my words." With that she was gone along with the illusion of his past self that she had brought.

Dorian went to pick up Jarrak with an annoyed look on his face. Even halfway around the world and she was still following him, a constant reminder of his past. An hour later he arrived at the ship and dropped Jarrak off in his room. He would have to tend to the man later, but for the time it could wait. First he wanted to get drunk...very drunk.

He walked into one of the many bars and turned to the bartender immediately. "A Fuarian Blitz." He said as he then watched the bartender pour the vodka, mead, cocaine, and gunpowder into the glass. A drink that had both an offensive yet ironic history and a toxic high. I was a drink that was popular during reconstruction, but otherwise avoided. He took a few swigs of the black liquid before turning his head to see his pupil with a large group of people. He didn't even knew that she drank.

"So what do we have here. My pupil, captain, and an acquaintance all in the same room." Dorian said as he took up a seat near them. He stared at the woman for a bit. She looked odd, friendly too, even with Mako in the same room. Which meant she was either a skilled fighter, unlikely, a magi, possible, or not completely human herself. The bandaged man set his iron bullets on the table to begin loading his pistols. After finishing with that he took out his kukri which was also iron and began to sharpen that, directing the shavings in her direction. That iron would tell him if she was human or not. He was a superstitious man and protective over his students so he had to make sure. He glanced at Kalila to speak to hear telepathically. "Have you ever heard of the land of Anansai?" He asked her.