.......Marabas stuck close to the shadows as he entered the city. The sun was setting. Under the cover of darkness he would make his move.  He slipped into one of the few buildings still standing in the destroyed city. It was a nice house, two stories, a living area in the middle of the room as soon as you entered. It smelled and looked as if it had been cleaned frequently.  He changed back into his human form. He, unlike the girl, wore clothing made from natural items of the earth. They made the change with him. It didnâ€™t hurt that his entire outfit, from his shirt down to his boots, were of the finest leather made from a Chimera.<br/>.......Marabas walked over to the fireplace and kneeled down in front of it, checking the logs. Finding them suitable to sustain a decent fire he grabbed the box of matches on the mantle. He lit one and threw it in, watching as the flames hungrily licked at the logs, flowing over them like an orange wave, graceful and elegant. It was strange, he thought, water and fire in some ways looked so similar, they flowed smoothly and at glance seemed to have the same consistency.  Each had lasting effect on everything it touched, but where water was a bringer of life, fire was a bringer of death.<br/>.......Marabas smiled slightly. Fire was powerful and destructive, deadly and wild. If one tamed it that was all increased ten fold. Reluctantly pulling himself away from the fire, Marabas walked over to one of the large sofas in the room and in one smooth motion laid down. Now he waited. Waited for the group to see the smoke coming from the chimney. He hoped it would strike their curiosity and bring them right to him. He would offer them shelter and possibly food if there were any in the house. He would gain their trust. Perhaps he would offer his services as muscle or a guard. There was no reason he couldnâ€™t have a bit of fun before delivering his package to the master.