Algorath waltzed into the Witches' halve of town, ignoring the stares of bewilderment and distaste from the common witches who walked past him.  Several raised their noses to signify their dislike of his presence, others simply walked on by, unfazed by his presence whatsoever.  Algorath had no love for witches himself, but respected them and their place in the clans.  In fact, much of his magics were taught to him by a witch he was once quite fond of...<br/><br/>Storming through the streets, Algorath found himself carelessly bumping into several people on the side-walks.  One such character seemed not witch or mage, a large and burly man of sorts clad in hides and primitive looking armor.  It was Algorath's turn to raise his nose, as he could tell this man was, at least in his view, a worthless peasant from the low-lands.  Regardless of who this man was, Algorath had not come for his company, but for his female counterpart.<br/><br/>"Margeri!" He called.  "Margeri where are you?  I must speak to you immediately!"  Algorath waved his staff high to signify his arrival, and hopefully draw the attention of Margeri.  Algorath was unable to remember the last time he spoke to her, for not often was it that mages and witches spoke to one another.  A deep pull in his torso told him he did not have time on his side, and desperately needed to hand over the care of his half of the clan to another being in power before he c<span style="font-style: italic">hanged</span>again.