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Lexi

"I... I want to help."

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a character in “Fire Emblem: Resurrection”, as played by 10tanksonawall

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Name: Alexandria
Alias: Lexi
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Height: 6'0
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue

Personality: Lexi's personality is very outgoing and bubbly, and always seems to be talking or working or helping out. She cares for the people around her, and always seems to be able to find the up-side in any situation, despite how bad things may seem. She's always looking to help others, even at the cost of neglecting her own personal wishes. Overall, a selfless, outgoing, and optimistic personality.
Strengths: Lexi is a very helpful person, and is always looking for ways to help others. She is also fairly well-trained in self-defense, though she couldn't stand up to a professional soldier.
Weaknesses: Lexi's outgoing tendencies mean that she often goes too far. She may accidentally prod someone to talk about things that they'd rather not discuss. Also, her drive to serve others means that she often neglects herself.

Biography: Lexi grew up on the Plegia-Ylisse border. She spent much of her life with her mother and father, who greatly loved on their only daughter. She grew up well, despite not being upper class. Her father was a local priest, her mother a member of the local church's convent.

When Lexi was ten, there was a bandit attack on the church. Her mother was killed along with many of the others present. A few, like her father and herself, escaped, but the rest were killed, and the church was burned down. That day, Lexi decided that she'd follow in her mother's footsteps.

She took it upon herself to fill in for her mother. She learned to cook, clean, garden, and defend herself. She helped to rebuild the church, and began running errands for the remaining members of the convent. As she became more involved with the church, she became less obsessed with filling her mother's place, and more determined to make one for herself. She joined the convent on her fifteenth birthday, and was an invaluable addition to the church.

On the ninth anniversary of her mother's death, Lexi and her father were out on the site of the old church, which had become a monument. As they were walking around, remembering the people who'd died, Lexi saw a metallic glint in the grass. She moved towards it, and picked up a beaten-up medallion. When she showed it to her father, he took it gingerly in his hands, and pressed a small mechanism on its side. The medallion opened, and inside was a miniature portrait of a ten-year-old Lexi, flanked by her parents.

The medallion became something of a treasure to Lexi, who wore it every day. One day, though, her father was leaving for a mission trip to the capital, and offered to take the medallion to get refurbished. Lexi happily agreed. However, when her father returned, he broke the news to her: On the return trip, his small group had been ambushed and robbed of all their valuables, including the medallion. He promised her that she would get it back, and left again...

So begins...

Lexi's Story

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Lexi felt devastated, absolutely crushed. She didn't show it, though. She'd just learned that her father, while returning from a mission trip to Ylisstol, had been attacked by bandits. While, thankfully, she hadn't lost him as she had her mother, the amulet that was all that she had left of her mother was among the valuables that the bandits had stolen from their group. The hole in her heart that she'd felt when she lost her mother opened again. She felt like she'd lost her mother twice.

Still, she didn't show the pain as she walked through the streets of their small town, headed for the church. She didn't show how tortured she was inside. She just kept walking, looking at the faces of the people on the street, recognizing and greeting people as she went.

Then, near the gate, she saw a face she didn't recognize, one that she'd never seen in their town before. He was wearing a black robe and loose brown pants. His eyes flitted from place to place, one of them a burning orange, and the other a beautiful purple. There was a nasty-looking cut above the purple one, which dripped blood onto his face and robe.

Lexi pushed her own concerns out of her mind as she approached him. "Are you alright, sir?" She asked.

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"Are you alright, sir?"
Cedric turned to see a tall, young lady with long, flowing brown hair stood in front of him. She looked and sounded rather concerned, but Cedric didn't realise why until he felt his right eye begin to sting. He wiped his left hand over it to remove whatever was causing it to sting, and saw his hand smeared in his own blood. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he had completely forgotten about the gash that had been inflicted upon him. He wiped his forehead of any more blood that might trickle into his eye, causing the wound to sting painfully. He also noticed that his blood had also trickled onto part of his fringe and dried out, sticking it together in small clumps.
"I should be fine." Cedric replied calmly, "I just got into a scuffle with some bandits earlier. I'd say I've done pretty well to come out with just a cut. I appreciate your concern, though. I don't suppose you know anywhere around here that I could get medicine or bandages for it, do you?"

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"I should be fine." The man replied calmly, "I just got into a scuffle with some bandits earlier. I'd say I've done pretty well to come out with just a cut. I appreciate your concern, though. I don't suppose you know anywhere around here that I could get medicine or bandages for it, do you?"

Lexi nodded. "Of course. The church here has plenty of medical herbs, and I'm sure we can find a bandage for your cut there as well."

As she talked, Lexi's mind was racing. This man had come out of a fight with bandits, and that cut was the only injury he'd taken? The way he was dressed made Lexi's mind scream "mage," but for all she knew, he was hiding a bounty of knives under his cloak. For all of the possibilities, though, he seemed like a genuinely good person. Something about him made Lexi trust him. At the same time, though, there was something off about him, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Dismissing the thought, she motioned for him to follow her, and started towards the church.

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"Of course. The church here has plenty of medical herbs, and I'm sure we can find a bandage for your cut there as well."
"Church"?! "We"?! Was she a cleric? What a fine mess Cedric had already worked himself into. He began trying to come up with an excuse not to go into the church, but in his panic the only thing he could think of other than confessing that he was a Grimleal was lying that he needed to be somewhere else, which was the most crass excuse possible. If they realised that he was a Grimleal they'd have an angry mob of armed villagers chasing him down with torches and pitchforks. If he just made sure they didn't see the mark of Grima which was branded onto his back he would be safe. After all, it couldn't be that hard to keep his back covered, could it?

Cedric followed the young lady towards the church, despite his gut telling him to just run away. However, the cleric herself didn't seem at all threatening; after all, she was offering him free medical treatment.
"Thanks for this." Cedric smiled, "There are many people who'd offer free medical care to complete stranger simply from their own generosity. I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name's Cedric, what about you?"

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"Thanks for this." The mage said with a smile. "There aren't many people who'd offer free medical care to complete stranger simply from their own generosity. I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name's Cedric, what about you?"

Lexi smiled. "My name is Lexi. I'm sorry if the other towns you've traveled through have been less than supportive. Many of these towns are simply scared of everything. They all seem to think that one wrong move is going to lead to their destruction, but they're all so unwilling to cooperate with each other, I can't help but think that they're doomed anyways." She sighed. "It's not like we can do much to change their minds, though. So, all we can do here is make sure that we pick up the slack that other towns are leaving."

After a short walk, they reached the doors of the church. Lexi opened the doors, and lead Cedric to a small side room. The walls were lined with shelves, filled with various herbs and jars of what-have-you, as well as some pots, bandages, and wood for the stove that sat in a depression in the middle of the room. The side of the room opposite the door had a window that opened up to look into the courtyard, where a few of the clergy were at work with their gardens and studies. Lexi opened the window, started the fire, and went from shelf to shelf quickly, gathering the ingredients she needed, as well as a smaller pot. She mixed the ingredients in the pot, poured water from a bucket into the pot, and set the pot on the stove.

"We make potions here." She explained as she sat down, watching the pot. "Vulneraries, antitoxins, tonics... we can grow everything we need to make them right here. It helps when the injury isn't severe enough to warrant using one of the staves."

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"My name is Lexi. I'm sorry if the other towns you've traveled through have been less than supportive. Many of these towns are simply scared of everything. They all seem to think that one wrong move is going to lead to their destruction, but they're all so unwilling to cooperate with each other, I can't help but think that they're doomed anyways. It's not like we can do much to change their minds, though. So, all we can do here is make sure that we pick up the slack that other towns are leaving."
Scared of everything... Lexi was probably referring to the fear of war with Plegia that riddled Ylisse. Why they bothered trying to stop it baffled Cedric, Plegia would just make up an excuse to invade if Ylisse didn't give them anything to go off. He was glad that somebody had the sense to do what was right, even if they were part of the Church of Naga.

Cedric followed Lexi into the church, his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest. He could see no reason why he'd be found out as a Grimleal, but he still couldn't stop himself from panicking. He sat down on a bench while he waited and watched Lexi gathering various ingredients and boiling them over a stove. There had been a laboratory like this back in the manor in Plegia, but it was more focused on creating hex ingredients such as poisons than brewing potions. Due to his mind wandering he didn't notice the blood from his cut trickling into his eye again until it began to sting.
"I wasn't aware that the church took such an interest in medicine." Cedric commented, "I was rather under the impression that staves were the only method employed by the clergy for dealing with disease and injury. Not that I'm complaining, of course. I'm sorry to ask even more of you, but I don't suppose you know of anywhere that I could find quick-paying work around here, do you? It's just that I find myself rather low on money, and travelling on empty pockets isn't easy."

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"I wasn't aware that the church took such an interest in medicine." Cedric commented. "I was rather under the impression that staves were the only method employed by the clergy for dealing with disease and injury. Not that I'm complaining, of course."

Lexi laughed, smiling genuinely for the first time since her father had come back from his trip. She shook her head. "With the way that things are going between us and Plegia, the Ylissean military has been stockpiling staves for when hostilities break out. It helps to have a fallback option when prices for Heal and Restore staves have more than doubled."

"I'm sorry to ask even more of you," he continued, "but I don't suppose you know of anywhere that I could find quick-paying work around here, do you? It's just that I find myself rather low on money, and traveling on empty pockets isn't easy."

Lexi's face went serious. "Recently, the best work that you'll find around here involves hunting down bandits, escorting caravans, or finding a recruiter and signing up." The pot on the stove began to bubble, so she took it off of the stove and let it begin cooling. "One group of bandits in particular has staked up a claim around this town." She continued. "Whatever bandits you ran into were probably members of their group. They rob just about every caravan that passes through their territory."

"Just today... My father came back from a mission trip to Ylisstol. With him was a necklace that originally belonged to my mother, before she..." Tears filled Lexi's eyes. "It had a picture in it, one of all of us, but the cover broke off, so my father went to get it fixed... then the bandits came and robbed their caravan... It feels like I've lost her again." The tears flowed freely now. "Oh sweet Naga, I've lost her again!"

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"Recently, the best work that you'll find around here involves hunting down bandits, escorting caravans, or finding a recruiter and signing up."
Lexi's answer did not surprise Cedric in the least, but it had not been the one he had been hoping for. Signing up to the Ylissean military was completely out of the question; he wasn't prepared to fight on his own country's side, and even less so on Ylisse's. Mercenary work was doable, but Cedric didn't like violence and liked killing people even less. After all, he hadn't been prepared to kill the bandits when they tried to kill him, only to stop them from continuing to try to murder him. He stayed quiet and continued to listen.

"One group of bandits in particular has staked up a claim around this town. Whatever bandits you ran into were probably members of their group. They rob just about every caravan that passes through their territory. Just today... My father came back from a mission trip to Ylisstol. With him was a necklace that originally belonged to my mother, before she... It had a picture in it, one of all of us, but the cover broke off, so my father went to get it fixed... then the bandits came and robbed their caravan... It feels like I've lost her again. Oh sweet Naga, I've lost her again!"
Lexi was sobbing almost uncontrollably now, making Cedric feel rather uncomfortable. When he asked about possible employment he had not expected that she'd end up in floods of tears over her dead mother. Cedric could empathise with her, though; he'd been a depression for almost several months over the death of his foster father. As for losing him again, Cedric's attempt at resurrecting him did nothing but make things worse. He knew that he couldn't just sit there while the poor girl broke down in front of him, so he walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Cedric began, "You seemed so collected before; I had no idea. I understand your pain, though. My father died recently, and for some time I didn't cope with the loss half as well as you. However, there's nothing we can do but move on." Cedric paused for a moment as an idea began to hatch in his head, and continued with a smile, "However, I could go and get your necklace back for you. After all, I can't just let you be so kind to me and do nothing in return. Where do these bandits hole themselves up?"

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Lexi felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder, and she looked up to see Cedric standing there. "I'm sorry." He said. "You seemed so collected before; I had no idea. I understand your pain, though. My father died recently, and for some time I didn't cope with the loss half as well as you. However, there's nothing we can do but move on." Lexi nodded. He was right. She'd moved on the first time, she could move on again. He smiled down at her. "However, I could go and get your necklace back for you. After all, I can't just let you be so kind to me and do nothing in return. Where do these bandits hole themselves up?"

Lexi smiled back at him. "Thank you, Cedric." She said simply. "I'm sorry about breaking down like that. You're the first person I've told since I found out, and I'm glad that you're so willing to help, but..." She wiped her eyes and laughed. "Well, you don't exactly look like a soldier. I'm actually still wondering how you managed to beat some bandits while only taking a scratch."

She stood up, and walked back to the pot. Its contents had cooled now. She grabbed a rag hanging from a hook on the wall, and dipped it into the solution, then turned back to Cedric. "This'll sting a bit." She warned as she wiped his cut. "Still, better than losing the eye when the wound gets infected. Bandits don't exactly care about how clean a weapon is." Once she'd cleaned the wound, she put the rag down, and grabbed a roll of cloth. She tore a strip off, and tied it around his head so that it covered his wound. Then, she stepped back, giving Cedric some room and examining her work. Satisfied, she sat back down and looked at Cedric. "Where exactly are you from?"

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"Thank you, Cedric. I'm sorry about breaking down like that. You're the first person I've told since I found out, and I'm glad that you're so willing to help, but... Well, you don't exactly look like a soldier. I'm actually still wondering how you managed to beat some bandits while only taking a scratch."
Lexi was smiling again, which was a start. He wasn't surprised that she didn't understand how he'd beaten the bandits while sustaining only a cut on his forehead. After all, he didn't appear particularly threatening due to his scrawny stature and lack of any weapons.
"Soldier? Pffft, as if." Cedric chuckled, "Believe it or not, I'm a rather talented mage. Bandits don't tend to be very good at dealing with magic."

"This'll sting a bit. Still, better than losing the eye when the wound gets infected. Bandits don't exactly care about how clean a weapon is."
"It can't be as bad as receiving the wound." Cedric replied, but winced and recoiled slightly when Lexi pressed the cloth against his wound. It wasn't much of a surprise; having your bare flesh poked with anything was bound to hurt. Still, Lexi was right about keeping it clean. The wrapping of the bandage around his head was less painful, and it would stop any more blood from running into his eye.
"Thanks." Cedric smiled, "This seems like it will contain the wound until it's healed."

"Where exactly are you from?"
Cedric flinched slightly at the question. He didn't want to lie to Lexi after how kind she'd been to him, but he feared that that kindness would run dry if he admitted to being a Plegian and a Grimleal acolyte. He didn't like it, but he'd have to forge a false story.
"I'm from further south along the border." Cedric lied, "Just from a small town where nothing particularly exciting ever happens." Cedric paused for a second while he thought about how to change the subject, "You still haven't told me where the bandits lurk."

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"I'm from further south along the border." Cedric said. "Just from a small town where nothing particularly exciting ever happens." Cedric paused for a second while, then pointed out, "You still haven't told me where the bandits lurk."

Lexi sighed. "If you really want to help out, a group of Shepherds is in town, getting ready to head out after these bandits. Safety in numbers is always helpful, and I think they mentioned something about being a little bit short-handed." She stood up, and threw some water into the stove to make sure that the fire was out, then closed the window. "I think that they're looking to head out tomorrow, full strength or not, but they probably wouldn't mind having another person with them." She walked to the door to the apothecary, and held it open for Cedric.

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"If you really want to help out, a group of Shepherds is in town, getting ready to head out after these bandits. Safety in numbers is always helpful, and I think they mentioned something about being a little bit short-handed. I think that they're looking to head out tomorrow, full strength or not, but they probably wouldn't mind having another person with them."
Cedric stood up, pulled up the hood of his cloak and walked towards the door that Lexi had opened for him.
"I don't have until tomorrow." Cedric stated, "But rest assured, you will see me again before then."
With that, Cedric walked out and away from the church's grounds.

Cedric couldn't afford to waste any time on his way to Ferox, and he doubted that the Sherpherds would be very welcoming to a man of his... talents. Even if they did take him with them, they'd kill him on the spot if they found out that he was a Grimleal. This was something he'd have to do on his own. However, he wasn't crazy enough to fight an entire horde of bandits on his own, this was a victory he would win through guile. He had no idea where the bandits were encamped, and since Lexi wasn't willing to tell him, it looked like he would have to find those bandits he had beaten up earlier.

It only took a few minutes of retracing his steps to find them. Only one was still conscious, and lurking in the shrubbery from which he had tried to ambush Cedric. He flinched and cowered when he noticed Cedric, and Cedric leered down at the cowering man.
"Where is it that you scum hole up?" Cedric asked, leering at the bandit.
The bandit remained silent, so Cedric began to form another Flux orb.
"I won't ask you again." Cedric warned, "Tell me what I want to know and we needn't cross paths ever again."
"I-in an old military f-fort to the west of town." The brigand stammered, "Th-there's n-no path to it, but there's a c-c-cedar tree with a large chunk of b-bark missing to mark where to turn n-north."
"That'll do." Cedric responded and began to leave, but turned around again, "Oh, I almost forgot; there's something you owe me."
Cedric pointed his index and middle finger at the brigand, and a cluster of purple orbs began to swarm around his fingers. He twitched his fingers, launching the orbs into the brigand, causing him to scream in agony as the fused into his body. After a second they withdrew from his body, leaving no visible wounds, and were absorbed into Cedric's body. The bandit began to cough up blood and wheeze, but Cedric tore away the bandage wrapped around his head, revealing that the cut had completely sealed, leaving no trace. Cedric simply smiled at the brigand and went on his way.

Just as the bandit had said, there was a cedar tree missing a large strip of bark at the foot of a grassy slope. Presumably the fort would be up there; it certainly couldn't hurt to check. Cedric braced himself and began to climb the slope.

And indeed, the fort was there. It loomed over Cedric like a sleeping dragon; one wrong move and everything was going to go horribly wrong. He made sure that his hood was properly obscuring his face, and then begun by launching a fireball into the sky to grab the bandits' attention. A few bandits peered over the battlements to see what was going on, and saw a black, hooded figure standing near their fort's gates.
"Whaddya want?" One of them called down.
"I believe you have something that is of importance to me and my colleagues." Cedric called back, "I request that you return it immediately."
The bandits scoffed and one began to notch an arrow, but not quickly enough to stop himself from being hurled backwards by a Flux spell.
"I don't think you understand who you are dealing with here." Cedric growled as he lifted up his cloak and the back of his shirt to reveal his brand to the bandits, "You would train your arrows on a Grimleal Enforcer? I suggest that you cease this foolishness before I tear you and your little hovel to shreds."
If their comrade's misfortune hadn't convinced them, the mark of Grima on Cedric's back certainly did.
"Whaddya after?" A bandit asked.
"I believe you are in possession of a silver locket with a picture of an Ylissean family in it." Cedric stated, "Give it to me."
"That's all yer after?" The bandit called back in disbelief.
"I believe I was perfectly clear." Cedric growled.
The bandit scurried off, and scuttled out of the gates soon afterwards, carrying the locket in his thick, grubby, hands. Cedric took it from him, opened it and inspected the picture. It was so beautifully painted that it made Cedric wonder how the artist had managed to fit so much detail into such a small picture, and how Lexi's family could have afforded the services of such a talented artist.
"Whaddya want with that thing, anyways?" The bandit inquired.
"That is none of your concern." Cedric retorted, "I doubt you would understand, anyway. This locket holds more importance than your wretched life."
With that, he turned and walked back the way he'd come. That bandit's wretched life would likely end come the next day; Cedric had left the dirty work for the Shepherds.

When Cedric arrived back in the village it had started to grow dark. Cedric had timed it well, but it also meant that he wouldn't get any money to rent a bed with. Still, bed or no bed, he had retrieved Lexi's locket. He approached the church once again and entered, the sinking feeling in his stomach returning. Fortunately there wasn't a service going on, only an old monk dusting the altar.
"Excuse me," Cedric began, removing her locket from his cloak's inner pocket "I don't suppose you know where I could find a young lady by the name of Lexi around here, do you? I believe I've found something of her's."

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As usual, Lexi stayed behind after the evening mass finished up to help her father clean worship space and get everything ready for the next day's sermon. He'd sent Lexi to a back room to grab a broom and dustpan, and was wiping down the altar when he heard footsteps. He looked up to see a cloaked figure approaching. The boy's eyes were oddly colored, he noticed.

"Excuse me," He said, removing a necklace from his cloak's pocket, "I don't suppose you know where I could find a young lady by the name of Lexi around here, do you? I believe I've found something of her's."

Lexi's father narrowed his eyes, focusing on the locket he was holding in his hand. His eyes widened when he realized what it was that the cloaked person was holding in his hand. "L-Lexi!" He called. "Come in here!"

A door to the right of the altar opened, and Lexi came out with a broom and dustpan. "I'm coming, fath-" She trailed off when she saw Cedric standing there, holding... was that...

"Is that..." She dropped the broom and dustpan and ran towards Cedric, gently taking the locket from him, and opened it. When she saw her mother smiling back at her, tears flooded her eyes. "Cedric..." She threw her arms around him, holding him in a tight embrace. "Thank you."

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"L-Lexi! Come in here!"
Judging by the old priest's reaction, he recognised the locket. Come to think of it, he looked rather like the man in the painting, so he was probably Lexi's father. It didn't take long for Lexi to burst in with cleaning instruments, but soon dropped them and hurried over to Cedric. She took the locket with trembling hands and burst into tears upon opening it. However, these tears were not like those she had cried earlier; these were tears of joy.

"Cedric... Thank you."
Cedric flinched and blushed slightly when Lexi wrapped her arms around him, for he was not used to being hugged. The last time he had been hugged was by his parents when he was a small child, but that was over thirteen years ago, and his parents were dead to him now. Thinking of nothing else, he hugged Lexi back, but not with quite as much force. A soft smile formed on his face; even if Lexi was a member of his church's antithesis he was glad that he had been able to make her so happy.
"It was nothing." Cedric smiled, "Besides, I owed you for helping me out before." Cedric paused for a moment, wondering if he really ought to ask any more of her, but remembered that he would be sleeping outside if he didn't, "I'm sorry to ask even more of you, but do you have anywhere in the church where I could spend the night? I can't afford a bed in the inn, and there isn't anywhere else I could stay."

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"It was nothing." Cedric said. "Besides, I owed you for helping me out before." Cedric paused for a moment, and Lexi released him from her grip and put the necklace on around her neck. "I'm sorry to ask even more of you, but do you have anywhere in the church where I could spend the night? I can't afford a bed in the inn, and there isn't anywhere else I could stay."

Lexi and her father shared a look. "After getting my daughter her necklace back," her father said, turning to Cedric, "I'm sure that we can let you use one of the spare rooms." He turned back to Lexi. "I can finish cleaning up here. You go let him into one of the rooms."

Lexi nodded, and turned to Cedric. "Follow me." As she led him to one of the spare rooms, though, her mind was racing. How had he managed to get it back so soon? Despite his assurances that he was a mage, she was sure that no one short of a master would be able to single-handedly go through an entire fortress of bandits. So then how had he managed to get it back in the first place, much less without a single scratch on him?

As they neared the rooms, she spoke up. "Not that I'm not grateful, but..." She shook her head. "How? I mean, you got this back in the space of a few hours, and I'm assuming that you did it alone. So... so how did you manage to do it?"

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"Follow me."
Cedric obeyed Lexi and followed her further into the church. It was a strange thought that he would be sleeping in a church filled with Naga worshippers, but it was better than sleeping outside. He took note of his surroundings; they were much less colourful than Grimleal temples and focused more on intricate masonry. It was also much quieter; there was always something going on in a Grimleal temple. However, the quietness was oddly comforting. There was little sound apart from soft pats of Cedric and Lexi's feet on the floor. However, after they had just reached the room Cedric would be staying in Lexi turned to face him.

"Not that I'm not grateful, but... How? I mean, you got this back in the space of a few hours, and I'm assuming that you did it alone. So... so how did you manage to do it?"
"By lying." Cedric replied, "I tricked them into thinking I had the sort of power I'd need to wipe them all out. I cast a bit of magic and lied to them that I was a high-ranking Grimleal. They're just bandits, so they weren't intelligent enough to challenge me. I made it seem that your locket of importance to the Grimleal, so they just handed it over. I roughed one of them up a bit, but other than that there was no bloodshed.
Destroying an entire fort's worth of bandits... Now there was a goal Cedric could work towards. No doubt his teacher could have done it with minimal effort, but he'd had decades of honing his technique. Perhaps if Cedric put it the same devotion then he'd achieve the same power. While he was pondering a yawn escaped his mouth, and he realised that it was probably time to get some sleep.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm knackered." Cedric told Lexi, "I think I'd better get to bed. Good night, Lexi, and thanks for everything you've done for me."
With that, Cedric opened the door to his room and entered.

It wasn't a particularly lavish room, but it seemed cozy enough. The room contained a small bookshelf, a desk and a bed. There was a small window looking out onto the town, and candles mounted on the wall, which were currently unlit. Cedric used fire magic to light them all, but he lit them all separately lest he set anything he didn't want to on fire. He kicked off his shoes and removed his cloak and robe and laid them on top of the bookshelf. He also let his hair loose, since he could relax for the evening. He scanned over the contents of the bookshelf; there were many documenting the great deeds of Naga and her chosen heroes, but one book in particular caught his eye: The Grimleal Heresy. He removed it from the shelf and leafed through it. As he suspected, it did nothing but denounce Grima and his worshippers. Cedric wasn't as sure in his beliefs as he might be, but that didn't stop him from reducing the book to a pile of smoldering ash. He collected the ashes in one of the several empty glass jars that he stored in his satchel; they could come in useful as a hex ingredient. Speaking of hexes, he would need to clean his clothes after his tussle with the bandits and his rambling through the mountains. He stripped down to his underwear, removed a flask of water and a jar of salt from his satchel and sprinkled a few drops of water and some salt over his clothes. He then pressed his hands to the clothes and a dim, purple light glowed over them. It quickly subsided, revealing a clean, dry set of clothes. It was odd that hexes could be used for tasks ranging from cleaning clothes to giving a foe a debilitating disease. Cedric put his trousers back on and climbed into his bed. The thought struck him that someone might see the mark on his back, but nobody would be watching him while he slept. Besides, he had a quilt over him to hide it. He relaxed slightly but then he remembered that there was no lock on the door and anyone could come in at any point. However, his fatigue was beginning to overcome him, and he didn't see any reason why anyone would enter his room, so he flopped his head back onto the pillow and drifted off into a deep sleep.

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The next day, Lexi was up early. She had always been an early riser. She decided that she would check on Cedric before she went on with her day, wanting to do something more to repay him for what he'd done for her. She got up, dressed in her normal leather pants and cloth shirt. She quickly made her way to Cedric's room, and knocked softly on his door. When there was no response, she opened it and stepped in.

Cedric was curled up in a quilt on the bed, his cloak and robe left laying on the bookshelf, his satchel left on the floor at the shelf's base. She walked quietly to the clothes on the bookshelf, and inspected them. She was surprised when they were spotless, no trace of dirt or grime from travel or blood from the encounter he'd had with bandits earlier. She made a note to ask him how he got his clothes so nice, and folded them up.

Finished, her curiosity got the best of her, and she took a look in his satchel. She noticed a few empty glass jars, a water flask, a jar of salt, and a jar filled with what looked like ash. Alarms stared ringing in her head as she slowly put two and two together.

Was he... No, she decided, he couldn't be. All of the literature and stories pointed to them being heartless monsters interested only in their own advancement, interested only in the worship of their false god. Cedric was kind, caring, compassionate. He was genuine.

She shook her head. He couldn't be Grimleal... could he?

She walked back out of the room, and closed the door softly, then headed to the worship space. Her father would want her help to set up for the morning service.

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Cedric had always been a fairly heavy sleeper, but the emotional trauma of his teacher's death had riddled him with insomnia for some time. He'd recovered for the most part, but was now a lighter sleeper. At least light enough to be partially woken up when he heard a quiet knock and his door opening. He opened his eyes slightly and through them saw someone with long, brown hair and dressed in a white shirt and brown trousers folding up his clothes and rummaging through his satchel. He wasn't awake enough to actually process any of the information, but he would remember it.

A few minutes later Cedric had properly woken up. He clambered out of bed and dressed quickly. He intended to eat breakfast, say goodbye to Lexi and then get as far as he could towards Ferox before night fell. As he reached down for his satchel he noticed that it was open and its contents were not in the same order in which he had left them. Fortunately everything was still there. He suddenly remembered that he'd seen someone going through the bag's contents, someone with long, brown hair and simple clothes... It couldn't have been Lexi, could it? She didn't seem like the sort of person to go through other people's possessions while they slept. Besides, why would she look in his bag, anyway? But the more he thought about it, the clearer it became that that person was Lexi. He slung his satchel over his shoulder rather irately and made his way out of his room.

As he suspected, Lexi was setting the church up for the morning's mass. Cedric didn't quite storm in, but he approached briskly and purposefully enough for it to be clear that he wasn't particularly pleased.
"Lexi, you would you mind explaining what you were doing rummaging through my belongings?"

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Lexi was helping her father set up for the morning mass when Cedric walked in. She could tell that he wasn't particularly happy.
"Lexi, would you mind explaining what you were doing rummaging through my belongings?"
She blushed. "Sorry. I went to your room to see if I could do anything to help you, since you'd done so much for me. I let my curiosity get the best of me." She scratched her neck, embarrassed. "Sorry."

She realized that the bag in question was on his shoulder. "Are you leaving already?" She asked, a little surprised. "I thought you would be staying for a little bit longer."

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"Sorry. I went to your room to see if I could do anything to help you, since you'd done so much for me. I let my curiosity get the best of me. Sorry."
Cedric felt that she was leaving something out. She was fidgeting and blushing, which were normal responses when being confronted, but the second "sorry" seemed like it was taking the place of something else. Cedric gave her a skeptical look, but said nothing.

"Are you leaving already? I thought you would be staying for a little bit longer."
The tone of Lexi's voice made it clear that she wanted him to stay. Cedric too would have liked to stay with her, but he couldn't remain in a border town for so longer. War could erupt at any minute, and he didn't want to get tangled up in it.
"Perhaps I could stay for a bit longer." Cedric replied, "I suppose I ought to have breakfast before I leave."