Blake’s thoughts of exploration were cut short of an issue, far more troublesome. The sounds of shouting, he turned his head to Anora and Ardur, the former carried by the latter… What kind of person, let alone new member of this band of warrior helping out a family in need, would just leave them to see a town they’ve merely heard about? No sir, Falone must wait. He dashed to the situation, seeing Magnus rushed ahead of him, gathering holy energy in his palm.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">‘Oh no…’ </span><br/><br/>He muttered his eyes widened with fear as his left arm began to wriggle in pain. He kept running, his right hand tightly comforting its brother as he neared the others. More and more, his arm’s wriggled even more visible. If that light was on him, he wondered if he would turn to ash from the gods’ wrath…<br/><br/>He had come in right with Ardur pleading for Magnus to hold off on his healing. “He has a point, my friend.” Said Blake, shaking the hood from his head. “Ardur, was it? When we get into town... May I have a look at her? I haven't been studying for long, but I have some experience in healing magic.” This particular issue was starting to hit home with Blake, but that needn’t become everyone’s concerns…<br/><br/>Meanwhile, within the city walls, a robed figure had been watching from afar. One had cracked a smile in amazement, noticing someone of interest while holding a picture in his left hand. “Could send me after the sorcerer for your revenge… But you want to get his kid… What did the boy do?” He asked himself. “Well, whatever… A job is a job. And I’ve got time to kill…”