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Realizing Azriel's reaction, Cain spoke up with a bit of disappointment in his voice. "Aww, it seems I was mistaken. I think my sinuses are acting up, or it could someone else I'm sensing. Anyway, are you dressed up for festival? When was that again? I haven't been to it in years. I have to make sure not to miss it this year."

As soon Kruhk heard that, his smile lessened, but he simply grunted it off. "There isn't a festival? Man, what a pity." Kruhk was looking forward having fun at the festival.

As soon Cain said something about Azriel having more than one spirit or something, she began acting weird again, which didn't bother Kruhk that much. He's rather used to her being awkward by now. Must be part of her personality or something.

Zack has been silently following the group into Meltokio. "These guys are pretty dull. They expect a fesitival and instead, there isnt one? The most action I have seen here is that dude running. What exactly am I getting myself into?" he thinks to himself as he continues to walk behind them, seemingly unnoticed.

The guards all sighed and groaned in disappointment, now turning their stern stares back on Cain. "That didn't help your situation any, you know," the commander growled. Then he looked back to Sheena and explained meekly, "A-apologies, ma'am. Identifying the Fractured Soul is of importance as well, because the demon within her could pose a threat to the people. B-but you're right, we should have kept our attention on the matters at hand."

Azriel let out a great sigh of relief, the color returning to her face. "Thank you, Sheena," she whispered back with utmost gratitude.

But she indeed was the Fractured Soul. That's what the collar on her neck was called, because its curse split her soul into three beings.

She remembered that day in Sybak...it was just a few months ago, and she was looking to explore every city she could find in Tethe'alla. All was well until she set foot near the museum, a district rife with academic people; the scientists and especially historians. To her great surprise, an aged historian recognized the collar she wore, and in turn, the wings it forcibly produced from her back. He then divulged to everyone within earshot about written accounts of the dark being that the Fractured Soul transformed its bearer into, namely Oscuro. That sent the city's guards upon Azriel---she was chased out of the city and had to fly away to escape. Before she soared high into the air, she heard the historian crying out that he was threatening to spread word of the Fractured Soul rising again.

Sybak was a city she could never enter again. Sadly, she was liking what she had seen of the place.

Azriel closed those thoughts with a depressed sigh. She rubbed the back of her neck and stared at the ground with a melancholy expression as she continued to walk along with the group.

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It looks like I have a strong affinity for falling down holes...

Cain ran ahead of the group, dodging the grabs made at him by the guards, and waited before the castle. He seemed impatient, with the tapping of his foot and the spinning of his bow, he then placed the weapon on his shoulder beside an empty quaver. "You guys are slow. Come on, Beauty Chief, you should be faster than that." I wonder if the king will hear what I'll say this time and let me keep the ring. I'm also just as curious as the others as to why he wants it. Let's hope he is as nice as they say.

Looking disappointed, Cain stared at Tyv from the corner of his eye. "You've a fast mouth. I only give respect where respect is due. I gave Sheena a compliment. That is all. Plus, who's saving me? For all you know, you could be sending an innocent man to his doom. Maybe you should work on making your brain go as fast as your feet, before you make a fool of yourself." He then smiled, patted Tyv on the shoulder, and then continued on his way to the king's doors.