Raithica

"So, this is Belhurst...this has to be the largest city I've been to so far, just look at all of those buildings." Issac says to himself, riding in the saddle on the back of Wilde horse. After the Blinding alot of animals became less domesticated than they were, and new breeds called Wilde had cropped up. they were usually a bit larger and meaner than a normal animal. "Let's find a place for you to rest for a while, alright boy?" The horse, tan with a black mane, whinnined a little, and acts as though he would buck Issac, but a tap on the head makes him settle down again.

Riding through the southern end of the city he spots several small farm like places, some have fields wirh men and their animals working them, others have several children playing in the yard, but as he moves closer towards the city these small places begin to die away. Soon he finds what he was looking for, a stable right on the edge of the city, far enough out that the noises and trains won't spook the animals.

"Good evening sir," a man in plain, slightly dirty clothing says, wlaking out of the barn, "How can I help you today?"
"I need to put my horse up for the night, maybe longer," Issac says, taking out a cew silver coins from his pocket.
"Sure, that'll be five silver...wait, you're an alchemist, aren't you?" the man asks, "You are, I can see it in your eyes!"
"Do you not serve alchemists?" Issac asks, drawing his hand back.
"If I didn't do that we'd have no business. No, I'll give your horse a place for the night, for as long as you like, as long as you help me out with something." the man says.
"Oh, sure, no problem," Issac says with a nervous laugh.

The man leads Issac around back as his son take the horse into the stable. There he shows Issac the well, and explains that he can't get any water out because the shaft has collapsed too far down for him to fix. After looking it over for a moment Issac steps up and closes his eyes, then places his hands on the well. A second later a bright white light shines up and out of the well, and in the dark of eveing it can easily be seen for a few miles.

A flash of white light. The unmistakeable light that only comes from Alchemists. Michalien turned Nyghtfang, the Wilde wolf that she rode. She headed towards the light, hoping to find someone with some answers. As she rode into town a lot opf people stopped, staring at her. It wasn't every day that you saw a young girl riding a Wilde animal. She got off, and let the animal loose, saying, "I'll find you later my friend. You cause too much disruption in civilized places."

Hyarin walked up to the old lady."There your plants should be fine again for awhile, though I suggest checking them for a few weeks."
"Thank you young man, here is the money I promised." Hyarin refused."No ma'am, you need it more than me."

The old lady insisted and gave him the money. Hyarin thanked her and went on his way again noticing the white light.
"....? What's that light? Another alchemist is here?"

Hyarin began walking towards the light.

Emma sat quietly in the shade of a small garden on the outskirts of the city. It was a very well kept garden complete with a new brick wall and backed up to a large manor house. Normally a poor girl such as herself would never be able to have access to such a noble property such as the one she now rested in. However it a chance walk by meeting she had found the house kitchen alight when she first came into the city. Being an alchemist of gases she was able to smother the flames by converting the oxygen in the air to carbon. The owner was afraid of her at first but asked if there was anything she wanted. Emma merely asked for use of his garden to study and write. Over time the old man who owned the house had become good friends with Emma and helped her on many occasions. He had even offered to let her live with him in the house but she had declined his offer.

A very rare rose grew in his garden, the color of a rich blue. Emma had picked up quite a talent at sketching of late and had recently spent a vast sum of her money purchasing a collection of colored pencils. Supposedly at one time these items were cheap and common, but now the dyes needed to produce the lead was difficult to manufacture and even alchemists have had a hard time recreating the rich colors the writing utensils. Emma was in the process of applying the finishing touches to the rose, a light sheen from the sunlight when a flash of light from an Inn down the road caught her attention.

The flash of light, as Emma knew all to well, was the sign that a high alchemical talent had just been used, something that required a good deal of power. Belhurst was not a stranger in the dealings of alchemists, she had met a few since arriving and was sure she had checked the tickets of many more. However, for one to practice so openly and in such a flashy manor was rare. Even here, in a city swimming with alchemists, people were afraid of them. If one showed himself too openly the ran the risk of being targeted for crime.

Emma finished her drawing and closed her small leather book. She wished to have had the time to write down the names of the plant and to write some information on it in her book, even if she would probably never need the information for the flower. Slipping the book into her pocket, Emma stood and walked to the gardens gate, waving goodbye to old Mr. Peroly as he stood watering his flowers near the house on her way out "I have some work to do Mr. Peroly," she said sweetly to the old man "I'll try and come by tomorrow some after my work."

"Alright Emma, I'll have some tea ready for you then."
"Thank you" she said one more time before closing the garden gate and making her way to the inn.

It wouldn't be too strange to see her down there, it was the Inn she had stayed at when she first arrived in Belhurst and one of the few Inns that had a reputation of collecting a large number of alchemists. It wasn't that the owner was an alchemist more so he knew by opening his doors to them he could create a large income for his inn. The inn had become something of a meeting place for alchemists to sit down, have a drink, spin their tales without fear of being prosecuted, and to exchange knowledge. The real reason why Emma frequented the place, it was a market for new ideas and alchemical rarities that were hard to come by. Plus the innkeeper stabled her horse Ashembra in return for the occasional odd job around the inn and it's property.

The person who had completed such a powerful transmutation should be interesting to see, perhaps she could gleam some news of the outside world or perhaps purchase some new item for her trades. If not and the person responsible for the light turns out to be just another traveling alchemist, then her curiosity would have at least been satisfied and Ashembra would enjoy being run for a bit, the horse absolutely detested not being able to run. The only reason the creature didn't bolt from Emma was because Emma had saved the poor creature when she was but a filly and though Ashembra might be wild, she wasn't dumb and she had a big heart.

Emma took the walk down to the inn slowly, it was evening after all and she highly doubted the alchemist would leave the inn after what was probably a day of traveling. He would be there when she arrived, no use rushing into things. That had gotten her in trouble to many times to count. A small breeze picked up and nipped at Emma's legs causing the small girl to shiver a little and perhaps make her pick up her speed a little bit with the promise of a warm fire.


(mmm sorry I'm adding the horse in there, It was an after thought and I will add her to Emma's equipment.)

Duster looked up from his cup of tea. The bright light from outside town, had caught his attention.
Although it was just momentarily seen through the factories smog, he sprang up, and left the apartment, placing the key at the housekeepers desk.
He jogged out into the backyard, and swung his SU-16 onto his back, and pushed his rapier to the side.
He jumped onto the bike saddle, and pumped out of the backyard, and off down the street, in the direction of the light.
"I won't miss it this time..." He thought.
Too many times, he'd arrived too late, and had had to turn back to the dull apartment, and await the next flash.
He spurted onwards, down the street, nearly hitting a loose dog. It yelped, as he drove past it, but he didn't care.
He was on the track...

As Duster came free of the over filled streets, he began cykling, with a less noticable pace.
That said, he was still pumping hard, so that he'd be at the place within minutes.
"I think I'll make it today..." He mumbled to himself.
He pumped on, out of the city, and into the suburb of Belhurst.
He drove past some expensive looking mansions, and continued.
Slowly gaining on his prey...

Cale stood at attention out in a underground laboratory corridor while guarding the surgery room where Dr. Klaven was performing his daily experiments on his newest test subject.
"No!" A high pitched scream fills Cale's ears. Normally the cries of the subjects didn't faze the chimera however something in his head said this warranted investigation. Walking into the room various medical equipment can be seen everywhere, laying on the operating table was something that maybe at one point resembled a human. Cale's eyes locked on the abomination, watching it writhe in pain for a few moments before it suddenly stopped. "What! What the hell are you doing in here!?" Klaven says glaring towards him. "Get back outside."
This room, it... it was familiar to Cale. It was vague at best, the memories were fragmented the only thing that was the same between them was the feeling of pain and fear. Grabbing his head, Cale's mind sorts through the thousands of memories similar to this one.
"Subject C this is a order! Leave this room at once!"
Suddenly the memories stop for a moment as pure anger takes their place. Without warning Cale rushes towards the Doctor, grabbing his throat lifts him into the air.

"Let- Let me go, I'm your creator you damn monster!" The small doctor struggles to get out as Cale's grip tightens around his throat.
"No. You... made me this, monster is you." (OOC: Cale's social abilities are quite bad, he will tend to speak using broken English)
The doctor taps Cale's arm and a symbol appears where the doctor's hand touched as a giant surge of pain began to run through the Chimera. Screaming in agony, his hand let go of the doctor as Cale fell onto his knees. The doctor catches his breath for a moment then began to chuckle slightly as a smile grew on his face. "You didn't think we planned for something like this?" Grabbing Cale by his hair, Klaven leans in closer "I was right after all, you still have a fragment of free will despite losing your soul. It's a pity you showed great promise C. Now I'll have to dispose of you like the others." The doctor lets go of Cale's head, sure that the failsafe implanted within C would hold until him until he was over dealt with. The doctor quickly walked to a counter that has a pistol laying on it, grabbing it he turns around to find the Chimera in it's true form standing in front of him it's fist drawn back, the doctor only had a moment to gasp as Cale's claws dug deep into his chest, his entire fist coming out of the doctor's back. "Im.. Impossible, this cannot be." the doctor mutters as Cale removes his hand from the doctor. Crashing to the floor, Klaven only has a few moments of life left within him, just enough time to hit the panic switch that was underneath the operating table. Within moments fully armed guards were on the scene to only find the corpse of the doctor and the abomination that laid on the operating table.

Cale was running on all fours as he made his way through the complex. He had been made to memorize the map when he was first assigned to work for the late doctor so he was able to navigate the corridors with ease. His body was still in a vast amount of pain from the failsafe, but the animal instincts within him told to him to run, run until his legs gave out. Finding one the various emergency exits he found himself in the sewers of Belhurst. His sensitive nose was not helping as he waded through the various waste resisting the urge to vomit . Reaching a manhole, he sees flashlights beginning to appear from the direction he had come from. Climbing up the ladder into a small one way alley, he glances around the corner to see the sun beginning to set. Taking off his blood stained jacket as he changes back into a human not wanting to draw any more attention to himself, he sticks right hand deep into his pocket hoping that would help hide the blood. Making sure that no one was around Cale began to quickly walk towards the town limits.

By the time he reached the outskirts of town, Cale's body was at its limit. It felt like someone was stabbing him with every breath, stumbling into a nearby stable he finds a giant hay pile and covers himself in it, hoping to hide and rest for a couple of hours.
A few hours or so later though a boy comes in leading a giant tan horse. As the kid puts the horse into one of the stalls, the beast must have smelled the blood on Cale's hand as it began to buck wildly trying to get away. Startled the kid runs to go grab some more farmhands to help settle the beast down.

Hyarin was nearing the Place from wich the white light came. "Almost there, now to hope that alchemist is still there."
He was thinking what this alchemist would be like, speeding up his footsteps he will find out when he arrives.

Duster arrived at the land-side inn, just in time, to see a group of farmhands run into the barn.
"What's going on here?!" He said to himself, and parked his bicycle. He snapped the lock on, so that it wouldn't get stolen.
Then made it for the barn.
"Might be the alchemist I'm looking for..." He said to himself, as he pulled up his hand-gun.
He unlocked the safety lock, and walked slowly into the barn...

Emma rounded the last turn in the road and entered the small premise of the inn. She was about to go inside the old wooden door when loud shouts and the tell tale sound of a scared horse could be heard coming from the stables. For a second Emma thought that perhaps it would be best to ignore the outburst coming from the stables. However as she heard the horse rear and scream again Emma sighed. She couldn't just let the horse carry on like that. the creature was clearly spooked and could hurt someone.

Emma took off at a run towards the stable and found a large tan horse, probably wilde rearing as the stablehands desporetly tried unsuccesfully to calm the animal down. One of the stable hands had managed to lasso the horse but the horse pulled and threw the young man from his feet. Emma threw her jacket behind her "Move, Get away from the horse." she yelled at the stable hands.

The stable hands cleared away as Emma closed her eyes drawing the symbols needed to commit small time alchemy in the air with her hands. She had come up with the pattern herself, a small system that if concentrated on could help lower the power needed for alchemy. There was a small flash of light, dull and berely noticable around the horse. A few seconds after this the horse calmed down and wavered slighly to the side but stayed upright. The stable hands stood wide eyed and amazed at a distance, not sure at who to stare out, the now quiet horse, or the girl that had somehow made the wilde horse calm.

"How... How did you do that?" one of them asked wide eyed. "Simple" Emma replied, a kind smile on her face "I created a small dose of a gas known as Halothane, an inhalational anesthetic. The horse should be completly fine now, though I recomend placing it in it's stable as soon as possible. I am not sure how much longer he will be awake"

The stablehands looked dumbfounded but quickly snapped into action to get the very drowsy horse into a stable. As the horse cleared though Emma could see a large man on the ground, looking slightly scarred. Emma wasn't sure but something felt off about him, he felt different. The man turned to look at her and Emma almost gasped, his eyes were a stunning purple, but he showed very little sign of being an alchemist though. Emma walked over to him slowly and kneeled down next to him. "Hey, are you alright? Did the horse hurt you?"

Emma noticed a small red stain on the front of his jacket though and his arm was stuck inside his pocket, and he looked really beat up "You should come into the Inn with me, it's warm and you look like you need some help. Come on" she said holding out her hand to the man to help lift him from the ground.

"What's that? A bike?" Hyarin noticed a bike not to far away from him.
"Ahh, this could be the spot I am looking for, I better go check out that barn."
As he was walking towards the barn he noticed a shady guy walking in.
He held his hand on the hilt of his blade and started walking into the barn.

Duster had seen the alchemy from the door.
He put his gun into its strap, and walked towards the girl, more sneaking than anything else.
"Hey you." He said to the girl, in the most authoritarian way he could.
"Who are you, and what's going on here?" He then asked.
He held his right hand within an inch of his rapier.
"I want an answer, and that's now."

"Oooooo!" The sound came from pursed lips underneath a wide pair of shades set atop a small nose. "Awesome! Awesome!" Running from her cheap, dirty, and tiny bed and breakfast room, Hatsune moved her legs as fast as she could through the woods where she saw the light coming from. Spilling a little clumsily from the line of trees she found herself in a field only a few hundred feet from a well and two people standing near it.

"Hey!" She lifted her gloved hand in the air and tore the glasses from her face. Around her neck, her rather heavy pair of ear muffs bounced against her prominent collarbone. It wasn't often that Hatsune was able to meet a fellow alchemist, especially around this place. She had yet to mention to anyone here that she was one herself. A simple town, full of simple people. They paid her a good price to sing and play her guitar for dinner guests and even gave her a room to stay in for a few nights. The young woman didn't want to disrupt that with the "alchemy" word. It was still frightening for her to find out exactly how a person would react to it. But finding another alchemist was an almost perfect situation! They knew what it was like to be different and could relate to Hatsune. And maybe... they could help decipher the dream...

Getting closer she spoke again. "Hi there! Hey!" She stopped at the side of the well where she could feel the remnants of warm energies that had been changed and moved around. Resting her hands on the side she bent over, letting her wildly long and thick beryl colored hair spill over her back and shoulders as she tried to catch her breath.

"Man, I haven't ran that fast in a while!" Lifting back up she placed the shades on the top of her head and grinned.

"I'm Hatsune! Which one of you guys is the alchemist?"

A white haired young woman stood in the darkness of the forest before the well, watching the two people there, then she noticed a third, a woman. She couldn't tell at first if this woman knew the two men there or not, but she kept in hiding for a moment longer, letting them have a conversation. She tapped idlely at the metal sheath of her stiletto dagger at her hip, her reddish eyes skipped between the three. They all looked worlds apart. One looked like an innkeeper, one a woman from the north, and one looking oddly like a school boy with his backpack. She sighed softly as she watched, impatiently waiting to see what happens.
Who made that light, I wonder..? Which one of you is it..? It can't be the girl, she came later... And I doubt that an innkeeper can do alchemy, although I suppose it's possible... But.. That leaves that black haired boy..., she thought to herself.

Rowen walked down the street of a decently-sized bustling city. The hood of his cloak-like jacket covered his pure white hair. He didn't want to be exposed that easily. It could prevent him from gaining the information he was after. Belhurst, huh…? He thought, as he looked at the various types of people walking to and fro. It seemed that this was indeed a good town for business… but that was only a small fraction of his being here. As he walked, he noticed a small shop off to one side. It seemed to be a common place for locals to go. Not even hesitating, Rowen walked over to the shop.

Upon closer inspection, it happened to be a small diner. He entered quietly, sat on a stool, and ordered coffee. While he drank, he concentrated on his listening and hoped to hear some news of that interesting Stone that had appeared to him many times in his dreams.

“Did ya hear about that light? The one outside of town?” A local man, roughly in his mid thirties said to a younger, more rugged looking man.

“Who hasn’t? I mean, it’s the talk of the town.” The other man said, between drinks.

At this, Rowen stood up. A light? How interesting… It could just be more useless rumors, but it may just lead me to getting the information I'm after… Collecting his backpack, and dropping money on the counter, he left the shop without a word and headed toward the outskirts of town. May as well check it out.

"There you go, sorry about the light. The collapse happened fairly far down, and the well caused my alchemic energy to make a sort of spotlight out of the thing," Issac says with a laugh, "I'm glad I could help though...do you hear something? It sounds like something is going on in the stables..." He mentions, looking back in that direction at the sound of what he was sure to be the wilde horse he had picked up in the last city.

"Oh, don't worry about that, my boys can handle it, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," the farmer said, "Now, come on inside and we'll get you a room for the night, it's getting late after all."

"I suppose you are right...oh..." turning back Issac sees a young woman running towards them, "Nice to meet you Hatsune, my name is Issac, and I'm the alchemist here." This was a bit more than confusing, seeing a young woman running from the woods to introduce herself to a couple of strangers, or at least one of them anyway. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"I'll just leave the two of you alone..." the farmer says, shaking his head as he wanders off.
The older man heads back around the inn towards the stables. By the time he arrives the horse is under control, there is a girl inside, who looks like an alchemist to him, as well as an odd man lying in the hay. Between himself and the group inside the stables were two men, one reaching for a sword, the other looking like he meant business as well.

"What the hell are all of you doing in my stables?!" he yells, quite suddenly, "You're spooking the damned horses!"

Hatsune nodded her head politely to the farmer and smiled. "Thank you!" Once he was gone, she looked back to Isaac, the bold Alchemist and walked up close to his face. She sniffed about him, smelling travels and dust and energy. Reaching out, she grabbed his bicep and squeezed. He was a strong young man, perhaps no older than herself. His eyes were honest and his smile was genuine. Hatsune had met many people in her life that hurt her and she'd been trying a lot harder lately to pick out those who would use her and the others that would befriend her. It was proving a difficult task. Either she was hurt all the time because she trusted too many, or she hurt all the time because she trusted no one. Life was certainly a vicious cycle.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you." Grinning from ear to ear, Hatsune sat on the rock wall of the well and crossed her arms, still peering up with honey toned eyes.

"I know it must be strange, running to you all hysterical," she laughed at her actions and then shook her head. "But I saw your light and couldn't help but make my way over. It's not every day you meet another alchemist." For a moment, her eyes looked him over, studying him, memorizing him. She was very serious. Hatsune had rarely, if ever, seen an alchemist outside of the orphanage, and that was two years ago!

"As a matter of fact, Isaac, I think you can help me!" Standing up she pulled her shades back down and walked past him. "But I think the farmer's going to need our help as negotiators of the peace." The commotion was hard to ignore and Hatsune's innate curiosity forced her to go and check out what was happening. Turning around and gazing over the mass of teal hair flipped on her shoulder, the young girl waved Isaac on.

"I can tell you're new to the small town. I am too. We'll just be new together!"

So she was trusting him. Too much too soon. But it was in her nature to be so open and friendly. Hatsune had a feeling like he wouldn't be the only person she'd meet and trust too quickly. That meant she was going to get hurt a lot. It was worth it, though, for the fleeting feeling of happiness it would give her before the fall.

Laying the in hay pile, Cale watches the whole scene unfold as the stablehand's fail at trying to calm the horse. However a young girl comes in and orders them to stand back. Watching as she performed alchemy, Cale couldn't help but be slighty amazed. As the farmhands went to bring the horse back into it's stable, the girl apparently notices him staring at her as she begins to walk towards him.

"Hey, are you alright? Did the horse hurt you?" She says leaning over him.
Cale simply stares back at her.
You should come into the Inn with me, it's warm and you look like you need some help. Come on"

As she sticks her hand out, Cale instincts kick in and he backs away slightly. However he notices something behind her, a man in a uniform he had not seen before. He gets close to the girl and asks he what is going on, thinking that this man was connected to the Belhaven government Cale begins to worry. He had to get her away, she had no part in this. Luckily an old man began to shout at the crowd hopefully leaving the military man distracted for a moment.
"Run" Cale states to the girl. His voice still slightly cracking from the pain. As he secretly reaches for his pistol in case the man tried anything.

The white haired woman followed Hatsune and Isaac through the forest, moving quickly and quietly. She eventually found herself at a small inn, looking into a crowded stable, and her eyes snapped between each person, each looking very different. We wondered what the circumstances were that brought all of these odd characters together, and figured it would be safe to reveal herself. She stepped out of the darkness of the woods, her hip-length, snow-white hair flowing in the wind, her modified clergy-woman's outfit catching the wind as well, blowing up past her knees. She has a thick book clenched tight in one hand, and her other resting gently on the hilt of her stiletto dagger. She walked towards the barn, the heels of her boots sinking into the ground with each step.
What do we have here? she thought to herself. Could be interesting... She leaned against the stable door, beside the innkeeper, very nonchalant even though she knew no one there.

(Edited post.)

(Okay Imma post here in the morning, to tired to write a good one now but I need to clear this up. We are not on a farm, we are at a small time inn on the outskirts of a very large industrious city. The other man is the Innkeeper, not a farmer. Again, will post in the morning when my creative juices are flowing, post will replace this text)

Emma heard footsteps approaching quietly from behind her. Suddenly a man grabbed her and held his hand threateningly close to a sword. He said a few words, an accent clear on his face and a very commanding and threatening air about him. Emma was not in a good balancing stance and his rough handling of her caused her to fall into the ground.

Emma was frozen, she felt an icy stab of fear into her soul from the sword, flashes of her own pain filled her mind and she couldn't speak or even move. "I want an answer, and that's now" he said his hand practically on his sword. Suddenly the innkeeper came out screaming and distracted the man towering over her. "Run" she heard the man now beside her say.

Awash with fear that's what Emma did. She ran, ran all the way behind the innkeeper and into the tavern. "Emma?" he heard him say in surprise behind her. However, she didn't stop, she just ran inside and sat down in the commons. It would be fairly full at this time of night and no one would dare make trouble in it.

As Rowen walked, he glanced around quietly. Even the outskirts of the city seemed lively at night. Hm? Doesn't seem to be anything too strange... Perhaps I should see if I any of the locals have seen anything interesting...? He continued down the street, before stopping at an inn. It was getting late, and he had yet to find anyone who had given him any useful information on what had happened. "It would probably be wise to stop for the night..." He sighed, walking over to the inn and entering. "Hello?" He asked, walking up to a desk and ringing a small bell. "Where's the innkeeper...?" He muttered, looking around.

He sighed as he waited for the innkeeper and took out a small book in which various small transmutation circles were drawn. Most had small notes, written in small scratchy hand-writing, next to them. He flipped through the pages quickly before stopping at one that seemed to have been drawn in after the others. Taking out a small pen he began drawing it on the table. A small light lit up the top of the table before fading away to reveal a small bird-shaped ice sculpture. He picked it up and smiled. "Heheh... Haven't made this one in a long time..." He said, reminiscing his childhood.

Alderic sat nonchalantly in the common room, the same one the girl Emma had come running into. He was a quiet and reserved being. Logic driven, he sought some kind of explanation to her brash behavior. From appearance, she was frightened; lungs were dilating and retracting in deep breaths. The cool beads of perspiration at her brows, even the smell of her, due to the acuity of his nose's sensitivity. He had been drinking tea, and had in fact begun to take the last sip before her rather odd entrance. Finishing his main course of action, he took the last sip of tea before he calmly set it down on the small plate.

Standing up, the clatter of his swords was subtle but noticeable nonetheless. He approached the girl, unhindered by social awkwardness. His physique, one of a powerfully built and well muscled man. He had a mustache on his upper lip but no other facial hair. His eyes wielding an extraordinary unflinching, yet also unnerving calm placid look to his dark gray eyes. He had no indicators that he was inhuman except that he acted cold at times but it was merely his scientific mind at work. Kneeling next to the girl, he smiled kindly; an expression he had observed to make moments such as these more appealing and therefore, she would perhaps be more willing to satisfy his thirst for knowledge and provide clues to his master's will.

Disaster had come to Duster within seconds.
He had instiinctively looked upon the Barkeeper, and the girl had run away.
It all seemed as if he was the 'Bad Guy'.
When he heard the man lying in the hay, he'd been surprised. Now he knew there was someone there.
As Emma ran out, Duster knelt down at the seemingly hurt man. He totally ignored the cofusion around him.
"Someone ought to get you fixed up..." He stated, and then rose, walking directly agaist the door of the stable.
The innkeeper quickly made way. The stranger didn't seem interrested in getting stopped.
"Go get the police!" He hissed at a farmhand. The farmhand quickly ran off to get the police.

Meanwhile Duster threw a remark at the nonchalant woman in the door-opening.
"Looking for a show [Fatuus]?" He said, ignoring the fact that she didn't speak Hovernian (All marked with [] Will be latin / Hovernian.).
He then went directly for the inn, while yelling at the Innkeeper.
"There's a guy in the hay! Get him to a doctor!" He then took a quick little jog into the inn, as to spare himself of the akward moment.
Inside, he saw someone rise from a cup of tea. Duster waited a second in the entrance. Not sure what to look at or where to look for it.

Snapping out of his surprise about waht happened Hyarin walked into the inn as that is where the shady guy went.
When he tapped the guy on his shoulder. "What is going on here?" Hyarin asked it in a rather confused way.

Awaiting a response he watched closely at the man sitting at the table.
"Not quite the person you expect here." He mumbled.