Isaac sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he lead Tara back into the street. It was a quiet afternoon and there weren't many people out and around. They passed a few of their own people on the way to the bakery that Isaac had thought of when he got the coin from the fountain. "I know we should be honest, I wasn't raised to be a brute, but there's only so much one person can take before he snaps. How would they find out we did it? They have no magic, no abilities. We could control it! How would you propose we prove ourselves to them? We're not allowed to use our abilities unless our leaders say so and they won't let us do anything else. I'm ready to just up and leave, get out of here. Try to be normal in some other town where no one knows who or what I am." He kicked a small stone and it sailed through the air, nearly hitting some unsuspecting villager in the head. Isaac debated letting it happen, just for a little payback, but at the last moment he pushed it aside with a twitch of a finger and it fell harmlessly to the ground with no one the wiser.