<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</span></span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Micheal's glare quickly turned from a subtle glare to a superior smirk at the small victory. He quickly turned to the merchant girl at her mention of enchantments and his expression changed one again to one of questioning. "Are you capable in the art or merely selling the book?" his usual tone of sarcasm replaced with genuine curiosity at the oddity before him. Since the young king took control anything past minor parlor tricks and the magics of the Zunists had become nonexistent so finding someone capable of placing enchantments was quite rare in the kingdom these days. "If you are capable I know a few of the richer knights who have been looking for someone with the ability so they may improve their armor and weapons, myself included," as Micheal spoke he turned fully to the girl anticipating her response.<br/><br/><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">Rashid</span></span></span></span></div><br/><br/>"Are you sure you must leave so soon? You just arrived in town last night you should stay longer, we would be happy to let you stay with us another night," The young women from the night previous stood smiling alongside a slightly older man as they saw off the robed priest. "There is still work to be done and two misguided souls unknowing of my work await my meeting. One day, when my work is finished, we may meet again and hopefully with more members of your family to greet me," Rashid gave a knowing smile as turned to leave the young couple as they pondered their time with the strange priest. The young woman looked over the small leather bound book with the words "Teachings of Amun" scrawled across the front cover.<br/><br/>As he walked down the road toward the capital of Alderion to meet the first of the two men Amun had sent him to save, Rashid began to ponder on the actions of the White Sands in their new home to the north. The man may have been chosen, but his choice to continue as a mercenary still bothered many within the church, Rashid especially. '<span style="font-style: italic">I pray he does not prove to be the poor influence the elder amoungst us believe him to be,</span>' these were the thoughts on his mind as he began the next leg of his long journey west to save the Cathar kings of the south from their own misguided beliefs.