<span style="font-style: italic">The male, Leonardo, had known her mother since he had been a young boy. He grew up as a good friend to her, then when she got married he stayed by her and became friends to her husband. That was until the death of his best friend. She died because of something her husband did and it twisted him into hatred towards the king, making him leave the kingdom. Vowing to get revenge for taking his friend's life. Never would Leonardo take the life of Runa, she was valuable to get back at the king, as well as the gem of his friend's life. She looked so much like her, he had to hide back the hurt, which was easy. Leo had done it for years. Now he got to see how beautiful the child had grown to be, he wished she could have seen Runa this old. Even his general, Diviner, and Alchemist would agree she was worth protecting even if it was for a twisted affair. Runa was beautiful, and he did feel for her but he had to. Especially after that day... No. He'd not heed the words of the daughter to his friend, "You will not be let go. I've waited too long." he said shortly. He then sat at a desk and pulled out a piece of parchment and quill before writing listening to the female shuffle around. As he was hunched over you could see two long slits were in the leather and chain mail underneath, as if meant for something. Writing he listened to her question then softly answered as he set the quill in the ink to fill it again, "Ransom. That's what I want and if I can't have it I am keeping you. I don't care what he tries, my men won't allow him to press inside this underground fort maze. I want a large ransom in turn of giving you back safely if not bruised." he wrote more as he heard more from her. If Leonardo had been facing her she would have seen him smile, remembering how her mother used to act. Finishing his letter he blew on it and folded it silently before sealing it up and standing, "That is my concern, I your father values your life, which he should, you are indeed valuable. If not. My men decide the outcome of that." he then opened the door with a creak and handed the letter to someone outside. "I'd untie you but I don't want to risk you sneaking out somehow. I'll bring you food and water later. As of now I must go plan for a war that might or might not happen. I don't want to be unprepared for what your father chooses." he bowed half way and left locking the door.<br/><br/>The hallway was cobblestone and lit by torch, torn banners were around the halls as well as old doors. Leonardo looked to a guard an threatened him not to go near the woman inside. Walking down the hallway he came to a chamber and looked up, the staircase was crumbled so he had other means up to the room. White wings pressed out of his back and spread out before he beat them, taking off to land on the broken balcony and well into the large oversee chamber of the fort's inner heart. It was made into a bedroom as well as study. No one could see inside here. Walking to a kneeling figure in a black hooded robe he paused to look at the large black sheep hide map, "Anything my Diviner?" the figure shook it's head and kept it's head lifted as if it was looking up. Sighing he went to a table and sat down in a wood chair making it creak, a black wolf with dark eyes lifted it's ears and padded over sitting by him. His hand stroked the fur of the beast and sighed, "If I don't get that ransom, I will keep her till the king comes after me. I'm the commander of this group... I don't want blood- i just want him to suffer and loose someone precious..." the wolf looked up at him and laid down, "Just like I lost my friend..." sighing he closed his eyes and pulled his wings into his back. Wincing he stood and went to the bed and laid on his back, "Wake me if you see the king's decision. If anything else stay silent. No one is stupid enough to go into Necroma's Fort, especially with the vampires inside..." he then drifted off into sleep. </span><br/><br/><br/>Standing on the roadside Mythril was back as his normal self again, his horse was laying in the grass under a cluster of trees as he stood with his book out hovering before him. It was closed as his palms were up and his eyes closed, the mark on his forehead glowed brightly as he spoke an incantation. While he did the book spun and opened to have a map scrawled over two pages, taking the book he opened his eyes and saw where the guard had been last. He closed it wig a strip of leather inside to mark the map he went to his horse and mounted. It stood and he guided it in the correction before taking off. Mythril wore his hood as he road as well to keep the sun from his gaze. Coming to a tall hill that began the outlaying forest his horse stopped, braying in annoyance. He rubbed it's neck, they could go up but that was not a good idea, hat and it was the wrong way. Pushing his horse in the flank it took off and the mage rode for hours till he came to a fork. Right where the map said to stop. Getting up he began to study the ground and pulled his hood off, he was lost in the orchards of the forest now. Sighing he took the saddle from his horse and set it down before taking the rest off so his horse would graze freely. He looked to the sky and hoped he would be able to track... Wait he could do a tracking spell! He crouched down and put his hand to the ground, fingers splayed out as he called the earth to show him what he needed. The earth showed him the fork path and it vanished. The path led to the dark forest. He'd wait and rest with his horse. She was tired. So was Mythril.Â<br/><br/>Sitting the shade of a tree he leaned on a tree and began to sleep. The horse came by him and laid down with him. Her head rested by his leg as they slept. It was different to sleep outside but Mythril loved it. So did his horse. As long as they had each other they were alright with many things. Besides, knights rescued women, not mages anyway.Â