<span style="font-style: italic">Standing in the room, arms crossed was a dark shaggy haired soldier. His eyes black as coal as was all that he wore. He wore a shoulder guard on his left shoulder stained black with marks of a blade hitting it, his forearms had black guards with dark grey wolf hide lining the cuff edge near his wrists. his chest plate was a light chain-mail under a thick plate leather with imprint of a spread eagle fire bird of no color. Around his waist was a belt with dragon claws and teeth, holding up a side sheet pelt of wolf hide that wrapped half on his side down to his knees. The guards that wrapped around his calves to make part of his boots were dyed to be ebony broken shin bones of some animal, the cuffs were of the same hide that he had elsewhere. The tops of his boots were curved black beads that pulled out to look like claws. It was easy to say his garb was tribal and barbaric. In a small braid on the right side of his head was a few skinny thin black feathers with crimson streaks, a red bead held them there. Under his right eye was a long black scar that held his bottom eyelid open more than it should be. His skin was pale as well. His lips were curved into a dark smirk as he shook his head, it wasn't at her but more of at how she struggled. Sighing he pulled out his knife that rested from behind him and lifted a hand before he began to pick at his nails, looking to her he chuckled, "Well glad to see you are awake.names it easier for me to keep eye on you."<br/><br/>The male watched her and glared at the struggling woman, pointing to her with the knife. Making a wiggled up and down gesture, "Those ropes were made to hold vampires, by a Vampire skilled in alchemy. Trust me, wiggling won't help." he chuckled and walked over to her and put a foot on the bed plank under the mattress, he leaned close and leaned on his leg, "If it wasn't for my anger towards your father this wouldn't have ever happened most likely. Least no one hurt you- you're too valuable to have that happen." he then moved and took hold of her face. His hand lightly warm as he held her before taking his knife and cutting the gag from her, he sheathed the knife and pulled the gag away before looking at it. Making a face he tossed it into a wall, "You drooled - sickening... And were you gnawing at it?" he sat down on the bed, "Scream if you want - you wot be heard by anyone but my men, my general, my twin, and I. Least now your mouth won't be chaffed." he chuckled and rubbed his face. Looking to her he seemed lost in thought. Last he remembered was her mother dying which took him into Hell, his best friend.... Standing the male heard a knock and looked towards the door, "Intor Cromeda." he said in a strange accent. The one who entered looked almost exactly like the male.<br/><br/>He was the twin of the male, just he was the invert. He was all white in garb as well as the feathers and hair but his eyes red, signalling he was Albino. He wore a cloak as well, "When will we... send word Leon?" the white ghostly male said to the shadowy one now dubbed as "Leon". Leon looked to her and then to him glaring, "Later, brother." he hissed showing he actually had four fangs(two top two bottom) while the other had serrated teeth all round. Leon was also known as Leonardo, the albino was his twin inverted colors brother, Spectre. Both were Phoenixes. Leonardo went over and began to speak to his twin in the weird language, once in a while gesturing to the female. Spectre glared and nodded leaving, "I'll tell the men." he said as he left. Leo looked to Runa, "Don't worry - no man is allowed to do harm. You are too valuable..." he then sat down. Hoping he might get conversation.<br/></span><br/><br/><br/>Just sitting in the corner the mage, in barbarian garb watched the guards. He was actually wearing real barbarian armor, only used magic to fill it in as well as change his looks. This suit had been a gift from his water element teacher. Sipping his drink he listened in, the man who came in was all in an excited rouse. Almost as if he just did something so bad he was proud of himself. Which was truer than Mythril knew as of now.<br/>"You should have seen what I did," said the male with burly looks.<br/>"What?!" came an excited  voice from the shortest one.<br/>"O it was brilliant to the divine! Never did I expect that female to be caught so easily. It was - direly inconceivable!" the guard said as he continued with speaking, "There she was, walking absentmindedly into the walk and I was behind her. Her turn never saw me, soon as she was with back again I rammed the blunt handle of my keel sword into her skull and out like a candle she lay slumped on the ground!" the four who were there first grinned and cheered to a soft hurr, "I can't believe she was so easy to take down, two weeks was supposed to be the limit but I took her down so fast I was able to drop her off to those scary dark eyed men. I can't wait to see the handsome payment be given for her head! Though why would a Barbarian Phoenix want to kidnap some woman for something other than sex?"<br/>"Possibly money and as a wank who needs a good thrashing?" said the short one.<br/>"Naw she would kick his ass before being broken knowing her. But the deed is down and over. I'll go buy us some women to celebrate!" the guards cheered more and left while watching Mythril.<br/><br/>"That barbarian was listening in...." said one man to the burly guard, "Probably a spy to the raven guy who asked for her head. I don't care." they then left the bar and Mythril stood. His eyes hiding the shock. Who was taken and what the hell where they excited for? He had a fabricated idea this had to be fixed, he knew of the catch, he could help. Mythril felt bad, he didn't know why this person or thing or animal or whatever was taken but it had been wrong. Being a mage it was against the code to take action without a knight however he was not a sworn in noble Mage, he was actually a peasant noble. Meaning he was born into a poor family with a far off rich relative. Those types could do as they pleased. Walking out still in disguise he went to the barn and soon saw his horse. The brute freaked till Mythril patted a wave and showed the horse his eyes more clearly, it calmed and nudged him as if saying don't scare me. The mage's shoulders shook in a silent chuckle and he mounted. Taking thee horse out after un-tieing the mage in disguise bolted. Soon as he was out of town he'd use his book to fabricate a map, then use magic to show a path to where the guard last was. He was going to go save the female.