<b>"You're home. The place he was taken from..." </b>Deacon didn't say anything more on that point. Not yet. he wasn't about to blow what little she actually trusted him. Not until he knew for sure that she was going to accept his help. He had ordered the kidnap, but he just wanted to learn from the creature, it had nothing to do with wanting to hurt it. No, he had no intention on causing it harm, in retrospect, he probably should have just gone to the forest himself, would have saved everyone a lot of trouble. and him a lot of money.<b>"If someone can come in and take your friend, seems real safe." </b>He spoke, slightly short and direct.<br/><br/>Deacon shook his head after a moment.<b>"That safe place doesn't exist for me anymore. It dissipated when my guardians passed. " </b>He offered as an answer to her question. He wasn't sure if that's what she was looking for, but it was true, he hadn't felt at home since he left. Before the library, before everything. over two hundred years ago. He often forgot how old he was, over two and a half centuries had passed since he entered this world.<br/><br/>Over two hundred and fifty years old. He didn't look it, nor did he feel it. But as a mage, he aged slower than normal people did. Deacon wasn't foolish, he knew he wasn't immortal, but he also knew it was harder to kill him, than other people. He could vouch for this, he had unfortunately ended the life of several people in his years. He wasn't proud of it, but he wouldn't pretend it didn't happen either. Deacon wasn't someone to lie to himself. Like telling her about her friend, he knew he had to, but it hadn't become important yet, and he wasn't about to push away the only person he could actually talk to about his magic.<br/><br/><b>"Assuming we all think the worst of people. Who's to say this lost friend isn't a ruse to take me for all i'm worth? Or on the flip side of that statement? Who's to say i'm not involved in his disappearance? Believing in coincidence says I have to take every factor into consideration. Every possibility has to be considered if you don't believe that everything happens for a reason." </b>Deacon said, Finally answering her first statement. And it was true, he was involved in it, but not so much as he felt guilty about it. He didn't know where her friend was, only where one of the kidnappers were. about a mile north of their location.<br/>----------------------------------<br/><br/>Dakuras set himself down a ways away from the other two, his eyes half shut, he shook his head and finally spoke up.<b>"We need to skip town, and now would be a good time. The mage knows he's been screwed out of his money." </b>He said with a grumble.<b>"And giving it back to him, isn't going to help, One can tell when talking to him. he expected to get what he payed for, and expects me to return in the next fifteen minutes or so, i'd like to be on my way away from him by then." </b>Dakuras spoke, his head bowed, the wrong tube still in his hands, he set it down. and looked up finally. His eyes meeting his bosses.<br/><br/>Milxar looked steadily and nodded,<b>"We shall leave now then. I was going to rest in the inn tonight, but obviously we need to take our leave, before something happens." </b>Saying this, he nodded and began walking east, the closest exit of Lindum there was.<br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/><b>"What if i told you i had an idea of where to start looking?" </b>Deacon said taking the shot and chasing it with the glass of whiskey. Drinking over half the glass, his eyes began to water and he sat it down.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="91" data-username="@Wren" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/91/">@Wren</a>