<span style="font-style: italic">"I'd rather try my luck in the city than out here.</span>"<br/><br/>"And what's that to mean?" Blake muttered. He bit tongue in anger as he watched Ardur and Magnus took to the town in search of a healer. It was useless to throw accusations because his assistance was denied.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Does that bother you, my boy?"</span>Asked his friend.<span style="font-style: italic">"I imagine that Ardur and that woman, Anora have a strong relationship. Or perhaps the woman is of certain origins just like you..."</span><br/><br/>'We're keeping<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>under our hats for the time. They cannot find out!' Warned Blake.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Why travel amongst others if you must keep secrets?-"</span><br/><br/>"I know that I shouldn't... But the last thing these people need is anymore trouble on their hands."<br/><br/>'I believe they will be all right. It's not like they're the best fighters I've seen yet... But they're not exactly slouches either."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the robed figure had decided now was the time to make his move. As he watched two of the party rush into Falone with another in their hands. Were they injured? Or where they dead? "Doesn't matter to me... That's three fewer problems in my way... But he's not alone, though." He started to assess. "There is a woman there with him, and a few others, too. But I'll tell 'em<span style="font-style: italic">"I come in peace!"</span>I should be able too... Wait a minute..." Without any warning, the assailant's neck twitches as something inside begins to slither into his eyes. As those pearls turned to a deep violet, his vision gained a violet tint but he could see more. He turned to his target as he blinked to zoom in on Blake. "Nah... A little more." He blinked again, but soon had a better view of something else... "Yeah, wrong target." He turned back to Blake as he shook his head in disappointment.<br/><br/>"Whoa... That's kinda sad... Homeboy's walking around with a wrapped hood, the coat is looking good with them tails, but the pants the shoes and what is THAT on his arm?!?!" He groaned and tried to turn away for a second. This man may not have been on-paper royalty. But he WAS NOT some run of the ne'er do well! Maybe the idea is to not look you have money, but this mess wasn't for the kid. "I'm surprised that the woman with him ain't saying something about this! Ehhh, I'm putting too much expectation on such a... Gifted woman like her... But here goes something!"<br/><br/>His cloth that was his robe slipped his body, revealing a darker suit of leather armor. Passing through crowded streets, his eyes locked on the prize. Slowly slicking his hair as he licked his lips with a touch of excitement. He needed to look and sound as presentable and trustworthy as humanly possible. A fight against several people would not do for him. But in away, Would you call it out of character for an assailant to aid his target if only once?<br/><br/>A debatable thought, but he sure didn't give a damn.<br/><br/>He cracked an inviting smile as he reached the castle gates, scanning for his target and the caravan he and co. were guarding. 'Magic Time!' His voice was laced with confidence. He started marching over to the caravan, showing an eager wave and a not-so-loud introduction, "Hey! You there! What're you lot doin' out here? There's more fun to be past the gates!"