City of Aslia

"My house is a ten minute walk from here if we hurry," Kal told the Xal'Naga, smirking a bit at her blush. He decided that he liked teasing her. He smiled at her, trying to put her at ease, "And we don't have to do anything. if you don't want to."

He turned to Mara and smiled at her, "You really are a Saint. Too bad these people don't appreciate you."

"Hurry is my middle name, Kal!" Penny said with a grin on her face. "I bet I can make it in five once I know where it is..." She implied, crossing her arms lightly. "But I suppose we should go, then. Thank you very much for having me in your abode, Mara. I'll see you again very soon, I hope." She said, standing up, and bowing politely. "But I believe me and Kal will take leave, and reach his household before Mass. We'd hate to be out on the street and get chased by Zealots." She said sarcastically, looking down to the blonde haired man. "Lead the way, charmy." She said with a light giggle, motioning towards the door.

“Yes tis best to hurry… some Zealots will stop you for not heading towards mass if you cut it to close… “ She glanced towards Kal after his last words. “Well… I just find it depressing knowing that being kind hearted makes one a minority… though you two best be careful… remember no public signs of affections.”

"Oh, Mara, you know me too well!" Kal exclaimed, grinning at her and then at Penny as he took her hand and rushed out the door. He smirked at her, "Don't worry, I'll lead you there this time. Next time, though, you can come on your own."

He sincerely hoped that she caught "next time" in his sentence. He wouldn't say no to a prety Xal'Naga visiting him now and then.

"Bye, Mar-!" Penny said, before being hastily pulled from the abode by Kal, giggling furiously. "No rush, I see!" She said, as she shuffled her feet to keep up with him, still allowing him to lead the way. She began to mentally draw out the map of the city in her head, remembering his house's location in relation to Mara's, just in case she needed aid again. But she kept quiet, an excited smile still on her face. She laughed again, rather loudly. "Heh! Someone is a little confident, hm?" She said teasingly.

"My dear, I am always confident," the blonde-haired man exclaimed with a charming smile, "Confidence is the key to success, after all. And I am a rather successful magician, thanks to Lord Septriss."

At last, they exited the city's gate and were in front of his house. Kal unlocked it and immediately, the smell of tea, incense, and magic assaulted them, a most agreeable sensation in the Septriss' Chosen's opinion. It always relaxed one, though the head became a little hazy.

Penny stepped inside and took a deep breath. The light smell of tea combined with the scent of incense calmed her as she panted only lightly from the movement here. She was used to running a lot. She would look around the rather large house, before looking back to the blonde haired man. "Quite the abode, you have here, Kal... Very lovely indeed!" She said, taking her first few steps into the abode, keeping her eyes on Kal. Having easily effected senses as a Xel'Naga, she felt a tad hazy already.

"So we're here - what now?"

"I don't know," Kal told her with a shrug, sitting on one of the cushions by a small table and waving a hand, summoning a tea set from the kitchen before having the tea kettle pour them each a cup, "Whatever we feel like doing."

Asavar glanced at the smoke trail, than at the city. He had been taken far to the west it seems, but if he made a trail he wanted to be followed but by who? Walking over the hill he back tracked the black trail of smoke, entering the graveyard that he was sure he had never seen before. it mattered not to him who or what was there cause all will face judgment before the True Mother. Checking the coffins, it appeared most were empty, meaning the monstrosities had left already. Gazing at the city, he brought out his small pocket map.

Seems there was a small town about an hours walk to the left, he would enter the town, commandeer a horse than return to the city. HE would than have to gather military Zealots and put this little robed man back into his grave along with his friends.