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Safira wavered between awake and asleep, the world going black as the pain grew and returning when it subsided. The Count's sword had done the trick, there was no infection setting in. But it still felt like there was a fire in her abdomen.

She was sleeping when she heard someone scream. At first, it seemed to meld into her nightmare, the one she often had about her family. But as she slowly came to, she realized it was the Count. As she forced her eyes open, she noticed he was trying and failing to complete exercises. It was a scary thought, going into battle with the state they were in. And as if things couldn't get more murky, a figure stepped into the doorway. It wasn't the guard or the troll woman, but someone new entirely. Safira frowned, forcing herself to sit up. "How did you get here?" She asked with a frown. Was it really that easy to make it past the guards unnoticed?

❦ Charlotte looked behind her to double check and see if there were guards coming in their direction, luckily, no. Turning back to face the other two, she gave a good glance at their minor wounds, it would seem that the average human flesh is much slower then that of a mystic creature like herself, that, and she knew of a degen ability that could help them out. It was then, that an idea came to mind.



❦ "I was in a different city at fist, running from a grand Degen master, when all of a sudden I was sucked in this shadow, and poped out into this place. The guards must have thought I was intruding, for they took me away and locked me up. Those brutis, j'espère qu'ils meurent d'étouffement uns sur les autres ..." Charlotte started then mubmled the rest at the end in her own language.



❦ Looking back behind her, hearing faint footsteps with her pointed hidden ears twitching, she looked back to the others, now with haste she had to act. "Listen, I can help you if you can help me, and all I would ask is, to help me get back to where I was originally, with my companions....please.." She pleaded, hoping for a quick respond.

Safira shook her head. "This entire endeavor has already distracted me from the quest I'd originally intended for." She said quietly. "But you can leave if you wish to." They might have been thrown together as a pair, but she had to remember what she wanted in the end. When Garanoff was under the right authority, she would be gone, traveling to the great libraries, perhaps even pleading with the oracles. The quest was a good distraction, but she still felt furious, she still had nightmares. This was hardly the solution she needed and going off to help someone else would only make the situation worse.

King Lucheston Sorrian
The Silver King

As the master of Garnoff's Soaring fortress marched away, escorted by numerous Hunters in his path, the bright wisps which had lingered about the King's torso vanished, leaving the gapping wound visible to the eye once more.

The wound itself had certainly remained similar in many ways, for it's depth and size remained excessive, though the black and yellow of the infection had long since fled. It nearly appeared as if the desease of his festering cut had vanished all together, though Lucheston was familiar enough with the healing arts to not uphold such optimism.

As the sounds of armor faded into minor echoes down the dungeon’s catacombs and stairwells leading up to higher portions of the castle, something spectacular occurred, a rare capability of Enzo’s which often became quite useful to his allies. Where once one could witness the massive gash in the Silver King’s breast, the white wisps returned, swirling about the tissue as they had in their master’s presence to forge new tissue wherever it had been lost. Sorrian was awe stricken as he witnessed the marvelous regeneration, muscle, skin, and lost blood, all crafted as if by Drogum himself.

“Clever Enzo…” Lucheston smiled, speaking words without coughing for the first time in weeks.

❦ Charlotte nodded to the count but motioned her attention to the other female with a raised brow. What was her problem? She was more than welcome to do as she pleased, she wasn't asking for her to tag along in anyway if that was what she was getting at. "Au revoir madame" Charlotte replied to the female with sarcasm, taking off her hat and bowing like a proper gentlemen should. When she stood straight once more, her short red curls bounced a bit, showing off her little pointed ears when they did. Heck her red curls would even make Shirley Temple jealous.



❦ "Come, we are running out of time." With that, she motioned her hand to the count for him to follow as she carefully traced her steps, keeping low, and close to the wall. It was during the travel through the castle that the Spire had to take a break to touch her back. The painful motion of her wings trying to break through her skin was becoming rather distracting. If she were to go with the procedure and allow her wings to burst be that they are complete and mature or still frail, would put her in a coma for at least a week. Charlotte shook her head to rid of such thoughts, soon finding her way back to the cell where the elder man sat, and the maiden with him.



❦ Turning to face the count once more, as she stood in front of the old mans cell, she lightly smiled, but was still confused as to the importance of this man. "Be this the man you seek?" She asked in her thick accent.

King Lucheston Sorrian
The Silver King

Echoes of soft footsteps reverberated off every stone within the dungeon cells, making every small mouse appear like a hoard of rats, and every vigilant guard like a vast army approaching, but the effects were enough to inform a weary king at least that someone, was approaching.

Lain against the cold dirt and stone walls of his cell, the healing wisps of Enzo's clever ruse had long since vanished, leaving his body nearly the same as it had been just the first week after he'd received the cut itself. This still made it quite difficult for the fallen king to move, but fortunately it had afforded him the hope and gusto to return to his feet with far less hacking and coughing.

"Who's there." The noble warrior spoke out, even in his elder age capable of asserting himself with words alone. Re assuming the respectful posture he'd held once before his capture in Tenzonokit, Lucheston prepared himself to meet his son...his executioner, or perhaps by some stroke of luck...his ally. It came to great relief to the king when he finally recognized who it was who appeared from around the corner, a familiar face from Tenzonokit.

"Funny meeting you here young spire." Lucheston smiled.