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Mana burned with passion in his body as Cyrus began to feel more demonic power get near Sybak's town radius. He sat outside the library, sighing. He had just been kicked out for interrogating one of the clerks about a book that had been here around a year ago. Supposedly, it held an entrance to Niflheim. The boy had the geek pinned against the wall. The guy looked like he was about to cry. Now that he thought about it, Cyrus felt a little sorry for him.

A little.

His reddish-yellow eyes flared as he felt something coming closer and closer. It was strange, as if there was something odd about this one. The demon hunter gave a hmph!

"Checked out, my a**," Cy said to himself, referring to what the clerk said nervously about the book. "Idiots probably burned it. They should have let me handle it...I came to this city for nothing. There goes another chance at getting into Niflheim..." He was dying to visit the demon world. It would be a dream come true.

Token was a proud beast, and the failed attempt at talking annoyed her. Humans didn't seem to understand any language aside from their own. They didn't even try to learn others. Irritated, the dragon crashed its tail down to interrupt the woman, threatening her not to turn her back on Token. Unsure of what to do now, because of the failed attempt at talking, Token stepped back, thinking. In a monsters tongue, its human speech was a little distorted, but Token did know the humans language. They were not attacking, which obviously meant they didn't want the fight. "If we are not going to fight, I would like a replacement for the lost meal." Token said in a glutteral accent.

Token shook its head in mild shock at the woman's words, surprised to hear she knew older tongues like that. Token knew very little of that language, and was only able to depict a few key words. That being the common name, Sybak and the word "Pass". The dragon eyed the woman, shuffling to turn its head towards Sybak. Starting again with its guttural speaking, Token tried to get more information. "You intend to reach Sybak with that wounded man? Monsters are everywhere. It seems there are many people roaming out here to attract attention like this." Token was confused by the effort. She proudly thought herself the strongest creature around, but there were other creatures roaming around. Token could hear them swarming something right now nearby.

Shiuza expelled the monsters, glancing down to the small wolf at his side. Thrusting his fist up, Shiuza glanced back towards Sybak. "Last report said Chief was here in the fields! Maybe she went to Sybak?" Shiuza asked his small monster ally, whom merely yipped in reply. Starting off again, Shiuza quickly tried to cover lost ground. It was annoying that by now, most messengers would have made it to Sheena by now, but Shiuza was just an apprentice. Closer to Sybak, the youngster spotted forms heading towards Sybak. Dashing to intercept them, Shiuza let the scarf around his neck, Soph Aura, envelope him and the small wolf at his side, whisking them a little closer towards the group. Falling out of the scarf, which fell limp around his neck once more, Shiuza waved his hands in the air as he approached the group. "Chief!" He called, frantically trying to close the small gap and get their attention.

Beaming in pride at the woman's pleas for help, and her compliments, Token turned to show off its majestic form. Once again the woman spoke again, leaving Token with very little to go on. The words "Majestic, Dragon, Powerful, and Help" were all easy for Token to decipher, though the rest was just nonsense to her ears. "Aid you? I could aid you, for a price." The dragon spoke, a sort of grin spreading out on its maw. The dragon lowered a portion of its body to allow them to climb on. "I will make my demands when we reach Sybak."

Uriel flinched slightly at her kind touch, not so much because of the pain in his legs, but because it was unusual to receive such treatment. As a wanderer, he was unused to relying on others, save for the occasional innkeeper when his income allowed for such luxuries as beds. Uriel intentionally lowered his head while he walked, adding to his injured appearance. He whispered beneath his breath, "I don't know whether to praise you or yell at you for being naive. I would have killed the beast. And maybe you should be more mindful of who's around when you use that language." With that last line, he poked where he suspected the tip of her ear to be beneath her hat and long hair.

Even as the proceeded, he looked askance at the monster. Why would it be remotely interested in their predicament? Uriel doubted it was so easily convinced by compliments as to be manipulated. Hopefully they could quickly return the favor and be read of their new companion. It made him nervous to travel with something so untrustworthy. Ironic, considering his recent actions. Still, he tripped onward, the town quickly growing in his perception. "I also wouldn't mind some food, Lyra," he huffed.

Lyra blushed as Uriel touched her hidden ear. She gasped aloud as she realised that she spoke in Elvish. It didn't matter though so Lyra just smiled at Uriel. "I'll cook for you, Uriel. Mother is probably still sick so I'll be cooking." Their ride on the dragon as a little less comfortable but at least she was at Sybak. Hopping off the dragon with a 'oof', she landed beside it and held her hands out to catch Uriel. Hearing the dragon talk again, Lyra did manage to pick out the word 'food' very clearly.

"You'll have to take another form if you wish to enter, O' great dragon. I don't think Sybak's citizens deserve to feast their eyes upon such a wonderful being." Lyra commented in Elvish. She didn't know any shape shifting or illusion spells. Only her father did and he burned the book he wrote them in so no one else would get them. Either way, Lyra would still try to help the dragon after it had just saved her, Uriel, and Lyra's mother.

ISELIA
Jason walked over to the gathering crowd (as much of a crowd as a small town can have, anyway) of people near what seemed to be a schoolhouse. What in the name of his granny's beard was going on there? He casually approached a guy standing at the edge of the crowd and, after a couple short jumps, finally managed to reach the guy's shoulder and tap it. Said guy jumped in a perfect 180 around and darted his head around nervously, looking for the tapper.
"Laddie, I be down here! Look down, man!" Doing as he was told, the anxious-looking man (who appeared to be in his early twenties) began nervously stuttering at Jason.
"Y-you're a dwarf? D-do you h-happen to c-craft (OOC: c-c-c-c-combo breaker!!!!) l-like that dwarf D-Dirk? We n-need a c-craftsman, and D-Dirk's b-busy with another j-job..." Pushing up his glasses, the guy glanced about nervously, as if looking for an escape from the crowd. Jason stroked his beard and thought about it.
"Annae nothin' a dwarf like me can't craft, lad! What can I do yeh for?" This was a good opportunity to become known in the outer lands!
"You'd b-better talk to my b-boss there. He'll t-tell you more..." Pointing at the very center of the crowd, the guy adjusted his glasses once more, wiped his sweaty palms on his shirt, then hastily hid behind a nearby house.
"What an eccentric lad. Reminds me of meself in the dark!" After navigating his way through the congregation (and getting some weird looks from people that he accidentally headbutted in transit), Jason reached a small clearing in the center, where a scholarly-looking guy was talking to some people about something.
"Be ye the boss that nervous laddie told me about?" After repeating the panning and looking down routine, the man in the center looked at Jason. He was a late middle-aged man in a scholarly-looking outfit.
"Oh, a dwarf. I mean, indeed I am. Do you happen to be a craftsman? Dirk's bus-"
"I heard the spheal from the nervous lad with the glasses. What needs craftin'?"
"Well, some scholars and I intend to build a historical re-enactment village. You know, people pay to go in and see what life was like in the old days and such."
"Aye, I know the kind. Is that even in demand these days, man?"
"That's not important! Where you could come in is crafting a replica of an ancient statue that was in the middle of the town to be reconstructed. It's statue of the king at that time. We can pay you a lot of Gald for it."
"Gald? I like Gald. It's what makes the world go around, ya know! Sure, I've nothin' better ta do. I'm in."
"Really? Nice. We have charts and drawings in Sybak, so we could take them to you. We even have a couple in our EC if you want to study them until we return."
"No need, man. I'm fresh out of Morlia. I'll come with you, save you the Gald fer the return trip. Let's get goin'!"
After dispersing the crowd, Jason and the scholar's entourage left on the EC, headed for the scholarly town of Sybak.