“So what now?”, Dark asked, crossing his arms. “Magic people don’t fall from the sky.”<br/>“Just keep your eyes open,” rolling his eyes, Ryo marched into village.<br/>The village appear barren, few farmers braced themselves as they passed but Ryo ignored them. He hoped that conflict could be avoided if he kept his eyes forward. Dark followed closely, he entwined his fingers with Ryo’s as he scouted. They sensed no use of powerful magic, nor could smell the traditional herbs.<br/>“Perhaps they are trying to be stealthy?” Dark suggested as his partner frowned. Knowing how important this search was to him, Dark insisted that they continue wandering the village. Hand in hand they scoured the whole village.<br/>After a while, they retreated to the outskirts and rested.<br/>“There’s another village not too far,” Ryo sighed. “If we move soon we could find shelter before it gets dark.”<br/>The young demon nodded. He started back at the village and cursed at it, which made Ryo laugh. In the distance, a couple departed the village, he could not make out their faces but noticed their brightly coloured clothing.<br/>“What is it you’re looking at?”<br/>“Dunno,” Dark replied. “But they sure as hell aren’t from around here.”