<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br/>Location: the theatre<br/>Tagged: Deva and Reginald, just found Noelle</strong><br/><br/>The self-entitled fluffy being was not one to take a request and simply follow directions.  After deciding that Deva wasn’t an angel, yet not quite human as well, Zefiriel began to ask herself whether she could be of any help at all, well-intended or not.  She kept asking why was so important to find Reginald Carter and if Zefiriel was some strange kind of ghost or an angel. At least the last part she got it right, so why wouldn’t she obey already?<br/><br/>While Zefiriel had some knowledge on the magnificient gift called “free-will” which humans received from their Lord, she also believed that when an angel makes the great effort to speak to them, they should at least try to follow that advice.<br/><br/>“Deva, I cannot tell you why this man is so important right now, you would get mixed up in a very strange situation and I wouldn’t want that for you.  All I can say is that he is important to all of us and if you care about this land and its people, then you have to help me. I would speak to him myself, but it’s after sunset and ..well, I just can’t do anything about it, at least not while he’s awake. “<br/><br/>She had said too much already, but there wasn’t any way around it, not with someone as curious as Deva. The girl was right though, telling an actor a made up story was like selling cucumbers to a gardener or explaining religion to the Pope, but what else was she supposed to do? Showing herself willingly to humans in her true form was forbidden.<br/><br/>They passed the actors and a part of the staff, people who were too busy to prepare for the next act to mind a girl with a broom talking to herself. Soon enough they reached the part of the backstage where Reginald was and Zefiriel’s eyes started to glow, knowing that this was the right time to finally meet him…or maybe not quite.<br/><br/>She held up her hand in front of Deva, asking her to stop when just a few minutes ago she desperately insisted she should hurry.<br/>A cloaked figure approached the man and for a moment Zefiriel’s core twitched. She felt relieved when it proved that there was only a girl and an innocent-looking one at that, who went over to speak with him.<br/>“Stay here” she said to Deva and drew closer to the two, listening to their conversation. They seemed friendly and familiar to one another, yet the man never took off his helmet while speaking to her. Zefiriel glanced back when a couple of stage hands hastily dragged Deva towards another room. The second act was about to begin.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/><strong>NPC: the city guards of Jeron and their commander <br/>Location: at the tavern’s entrance, half an hour after the incident</strong><br/><br/>Karlile was – as they say – a self-made man, who reached his goal at the age of 29. Three years later and he was still commander of the night guards in the capital city of Krum and not a day passed without him having to deal with one troublemaker or two, as Jeron was quite a bustling city, but there were always enough men to do the job for him. This night however, the news were alarming and Karlile had to go and see for himself who or what could have brought such a commotion at one of the local taverns where one of the most influential thug leaders was killed. He couldn’t believe the crazed people who went to his men to relate the incredible story of the naked man who took out a whole group. Surely they were drunk and this was no real matter, at least not real enough to get him out of the brothel when the night was just about to start.<br/><br/>He only took half of his armor, the other half safely put away under his favorite bed where he would soon return to after all of this would be finished. He reached the tavern with two men behind him, it was more than enough to beat a couple of drunkards for telling stories.<br/><br/>There was blood on the floor and splashes of red on the walls and the tables, making the old furniture sparkle like rubies under the candle light. The owner of the bar sat with his head on his knees, mumbling to himself and right in the middle of the room a fat man laid on his back with a sword in his stomach.<br/><br/>“If it ain’t ol’ Backbones” Karlile declared and kicked the body slowly,checking for any sign of life left in it. “Whoever did this, I guess we owe him a favor.” He said turning to his men and smiled revealing the black whole where the left canine should have been.  “Better find him, though, before the King finds out. We had enough of crazies here.” He spat on the floor with a heavy guttural sound before going to the owner and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Where was he headed? What did he look like?” he questioned and the man didn’t answer at first, his body was still trembling with fear.<br/><br/>“It was the devil….”, the man replied finally and his voice sounded desperate “that was no human…”<br/><br/>“Devil or no devil, the King rules around here.” Karlile concluded in a flat tone and spat again before heading for the exit to find a more suitable eye witness.<em>By tomorrow we'll even have wanted posters on the city gates.</em>was the last thought on the commmander's mind before he reached the streets again.<br/>