<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Micheal and Gabriel</span></span></span></span></div><br/><br/>The young merchants words shook Micheal from his thoughts, '<span style="font-style: italic">Ignore him and move on. Just ignore him and move one.</span>' With a heavy sigh Micheal squared himself, straightening his clothes and taking a moment. "It's nothing... just some personal matters that can wait." As he spoke he replaced the warm smile from a moment ago and continued, "Where was I again. Right! magic, as I was saying if your helping his own people I don't see him having a problem with it." As he finished speaking Micheal continued the walk toward the castle assuming the young merchant would follow. Micheal gave a short nod to the guards at the castle gate as he walked past hoping to distract himself.<br/><br/><br/>Gabriel walked through the city streets a care free expression on his face. Iron Wolves stopped taking a moment to show respect as their leader past before returning to their duties. "Such a beautiful city, though it lacks the magic that flows through the desert sand," Gabriel mused as he pasted through the inner city toward the main market. There was a stark contrast between the more residential area closer to the castle and the sprawling market that lay in the city center. A Large Cathar cathedral loomed to the western edge of the market with the usual priest milling about in front. To the eastern edge a great, sandstone temple lay in place of a group of warehouses, built by the Zunist priests who followed Gabriel years ago. With a smile plastered across his face Gabriel began wondering the market like he had done so many times before. His silent guards following without prompting on constant lookout.