<span style="color: teal">"I will wait outside, maybe I will see Jimmy, and I can keep an eye out for anything suspicious."</span><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: red">The lad quickened his pace as the city grew closer. The walls were a decent height, but the trees nearby were just the right height to jump from. He runs up one of the trees and vaults onto the wall, remaining unnoticed. The lad then jumps to the ground, completely unfazed by the drop. There was some commotion going on throughout the city; likely people had seen the clouds and thought a storm was coming. Oh, would they be in for a surprise.<br/><br/>The lad wandered around Morranwick taking in all the information he could. People, places of refuge, weapons. If he could see it, he noted it. His wandering eventually led him toward the tavern, and the lad felt powerful forces nearby. Closing his eyes for a moment, he focused on the direction of the nearest source. It was coming from...an apothecary's hut. The lad knew apothecaries were prone to being somewhat magical, but there was a disturbance that was far greater than some regular apothecary. He turned toward the hut, and saw a man walk out. Something was familiar about him, but he couldn't place it at that moment. However, he was in the way, so the lad decided that the man would need to be taken care of quickly. He dashed toward the man, drawing the short blade concealed on his back.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: teal">Jarvan had just left Isolde's hut as he was charged by a strange boy with white and black hair. He had barely enough time to draw his blade enough to block the attack, but was able to kick the lad back. That bought him enough time to fully draw his hand-and-a-half sword which he now held in two hands.  "Who are you, and why would you attack me?"</span><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: red">The lad avoided getting hurt from the kick by rolling as it connected with him. Holding his short blade in reverse, it was clear now the lad was a trained assassin. "Wouldn't you like to know. You are in the way of my mission, and my Master does not like his servants being detained." The lad went in for another attack, and this time locked blades with the man. His proximity to the man was enough to finally make him realize why the man seemed familiar. The lad broke their contest and backed away slightly. "This is not over, but my Master may be pleased to hear about this turn of events.." With that, he threw a pellet on the ground, releasing a thick cloud of smoke enough to escape without being pursued. The lad returned with haste to his Master, whispering what he had learned. His Master's eye's glared with an evil light, then the lad was told to remain with him as they attacked.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: teal">Jarvan was confused by the sudden attack and flight of the boy. While he was coughing from the smoke, he wandered back into Isolde's hut and told them what had happened: a boy attacked him, and then talked about his Master and needing to return to him.</span>