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         The black glow from under the giant's eyelid worried Michael immensely, but he wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't planned by the creators of the ambush. Thankfully, the giant still seemed to be breathing. Keeping his hands raised to show he wasn't holding anything, Michael shrugged his shoulders and looked to Allan.

"I don't think that sword will be much use. We can't defend Thoroark and they'll take him and I hostage to make you stop. I think our wizard and archer have thankfully both wandered off, but even if they were here we'd be in trouble."

The merchant tilted his head towards Thoroark and addressed what seemed to be the leader, hoping to be amicable and charm some information from the brigands surrounding them before he was jammed into some cage or prison to wait.

"That'll be from that crystal his employer got in the mail, right? Judging by you asking us to come along quietly, I'm guessing you wanted this group alive. Cursed to disable after being viewed, I'd imagine. Where'd you get it? I want one."

         “Watch where you walk” the man shouted at the hooded figure who simply bowed in a sign of forgiveness as they parted ways Silent simply gauged the weight of the coin purse he had stolen, these people really had a lot to learn regarding the world it gave him an itch of regret to have to prey on such unsuspecting and honest folk, but he was not going to place his fate at the hands of the mercy of others, it was his way or no other… even saying that was wrong, the people here had offered their help on repeated occasions.

And judging by recent development it was the rule rather than the exception, just the other day that green haired lad somehow found the way to bleed out in the middle of the way and the red haired candle maker jumped to his aid, it was a shame really.

A shame that she was not an essential part to his profit equation that was

He had expected a larger chain of production, maybe a workshop were several mages could be found but there was no way she could come up with the quantity of candles that were needed to fill the cathedral on the main square. But that didn't meant her novelty goods could not further the goals of the Romandan.

He had been crossing paths with the woman, posing as a helpless beggar trying to meager his way in life, he made a point not to stay on one spot for too long adding to the suspicion that he was an aimless wanderer… but he was learning her routine he had a clear map of her actions

When she went out of the house

When she met with some fellow mages

When she checked with the visitors asking for some friend of hers

When she returned home

The only thing left was getting a clue on the location of the stock of the candles… and maybe get a glimpse of her as god brought her to this world, probably she would look different, mages had a tradition of altering their appearance and females already enriched theirs with or without the gifts of the supernatural.

Her behavior perplexed him, since Romanda he had witnessed how magic paved the road of abuse and he had a good tale to tell on the subject, yet either she was a pitiful practitioner or one of those rarer-than-roost-teeth kind magician that would not exploit her powers to make her life better as the enjoyment of those around them diminished

In any case… her time is nearly up.

If only he could get a clue regarding her combat abilities without drawing much attention or making his thievish intentions so clear

         

Unexpectedly, Tenen woke up from his little coma. He groaned softly, holding his head in his hand. He could still feel the effect of adrenaline in his whole body, which not only caused a huge headache, but an impairment in his senses. For starters, his vision was blurry, and without being ridicule, he couldn’t see much than farther than his nose. After, it felt like if there was weight on his limbs, making it difficult to lift any limbs because his head was tricked. He tried to recollect himself before all of this turn him insane – not that he felt like going insane.

He tried to push himself off from the bed, thinking he might be importunate the one that is helping him, but he noticed that he had nor the will or the force to do so, and so he effortlessly flopped on the bed. He cursed his disadvantage, wondering what is going on. Even if it was blurred, he was pretty sure that he knows where he was. Then he hit him; where was he? He couldn’t move, nor that could he feel the need to run away. Enduring this pain, he was calm, but in distress. He wanted to know who was there, thinking that he wasn’t alone. His body steered a bit, like if he was trying to hide something. He didn’t know why, but when he is in presence of a stranger, and especially in those condition, he felt the need to hide the back of his right shoulder. He never was able to determine what was on it, or why he felt to do so.

Waiting for an answer, he wondered what happened. His back pain, even if healed and under the effect of adrenaline, was still there. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recollect his memories. The scent he smelled gave him a hint; blood. His back wound much have opened again. He was pretty sure that it was closed when he got out of his room. Then, he just remembered, when he looked in the mirror, there was his tattoo. He had it since he was a kid, or so he was told. His parents always told him that it is better for his health that he doesn’t know about it or try to undo it. They had warned him that if he tries to do so, he might never be the same again. The way they said it always left a chill behind, like if it was the end of him. For now, no matter who it was, he needed to relax and try to regain his senses.