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Adion spoke not as he followed the blacksmith up the stairs. He could feel the other disruption, its own hate permeating into the power that it wielded. He could hear its whisper, like that of one who never talked. Rather than speaking back at the other disruption, Adion hushed at, flaring his own disruption as they neared the guards, giving him a precious few seconds where the guards where clearly out of it. It reminded Adion of when he had tied up the bandit leader, the only way that he came close to overpowering her was to flare the disruption, hoping that the loss of his own magic would not make him vulnerable. However, the trick worked, and it brought back some pleasant, if not sadistic, memories.

When entering the castle, Adion shot to the walls and their shadows, still maintaining a following distance from the blacksmith. Adion could help but think of whether or not he would kill the Duke, but that was yet to be determined. The disruption made sword combat easier, but his other magics were better for that. Of course, he could always strike when the man was defenseless. That had to be the best way.