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There had been a brief stop at the mansion before he continued. A bottle of the strongest alcohol was in his hand and each gulp made his lungs burn with a tingling sensation. Limping along his thoughts strayed to ideas of a darker nature. There had once been a time when he had made plans to topple nations and he was reduced to such a pittiful state as his current.

No more, he had let his emotions get the better of him, but no more would he be controled by them. No, he would be the one in control, any semblence of submission would be an act. First though, first he had to prove something.

His life was in shambles but there was still something he could do, a body was missing. The Inquisitor, Fischig, he had somehow escaped and the posion in his blood made his blood boil at how the man had thrown his peaceful life into chaos and given him a limp, probably for the rest of his life.

With the alcohol full in effect he wandered the wilderness, already signs of reconstruction and expansion could be seen, but they were secondary to his eyes. No, he had to find a man who had set everything into chaos.

It was simple, even a babe could follow him. Pulling out a flintlock he pulled the lever back and his index finger laid on the trigger guard. Moving through the wilderness he came onto the man, Fischig.

"Well, well. Looks like you're even worse off then I was." speaking with a calm air of confidence and purpose Quin leveled the weapon at Fischig.

Crawling as he was Fischig growled as he turned himself to look at the man, the man he had breaten into submission, had filled him with lead and left him for dead. Spitting blood, "So you lived you pansy a** b*****d."

"Pansy a**? Hmm, I think someone of your station would know a bit more of my actions considering what you knew of me as things were." a smile came to his face as he moved closer to the one armed man. "Let's say I give you an eye for the one you ********!" crying damnation upon the blue blood Fischig rose a feeble arm to strike him.

The blow was simple and uneffective, moving aside from the blow he moved in after it and crashed the heel of his boot into the man's chest. "Good bye you b*****d."

Smoke filled the air as the concusion cap was ignited by the fall of the hammer, gun powder let loose the projectile that hurled itself into the empty cavity of the man's skull.

The round tore through the skull and enbedded into the grey matter. Blood pooled out of the wound like an open sore gave off puss. Laughing Quin sat down and was regaining himself, the act of killing slowly clearing his head.

Everything the stranger had told him had the tired drawl of one that considered talking a chore. He liked this one. And something she had said caught his attention.

"No one stays at the men's dorms?" he repeated, asking her to confirm it once more, but trying to see what her reaction was that he was pointing out this fact. The place would certainly be large...

Reaper was a rather observant person it was quite rare when something passed her. This mans' notion of the mens dorms being empty was the very thing that caught her own attention. The dark pupils turning towards his general direction with eyes becoming slightly narrowed. Much like a predator eyeing down its prey. Though she seemed rather relax it was obvious she was standing her ground firmly and with caution. A single strand of hair came tumbling down striking down the middle of her right eye.

"As of late there has been little to zero activity within that desiginated area of this Wilderness." Reaper stated once more. Her eyes watching every movement and expression his body gave.

Finally he allowed himself a smile. "Call me Priest." he said. He had never been one to explore a living one's mind, and decided searching hers for her own title wasn't needed.

"We're going there." Priest stated. It wasn't a command, but it wasn't a suggestion. Better to seize the moment, before the sun came.

A conversation of sorts had come between Quin and the severed head. The solitude was peaceful, but it didn't have a homely feel. Rising to his feet he held the head up in both hands, grinning down at the skull. One side had caved in from where the bullet had exited and even still tiny drops of blood would spill to the ground from time to time. Moving he set out to find the perfect setting for this morbid affair.

Morgan took his hand and shrugged to herself. She still didn't have a good reason to avoid him, even though it made her feel uncomfortable. "When we get back, I think it's time I really put more effort into the school. We're going to get more teachers, and as much as I tend not to think about it- one can't live only on magic. The students will have to learn practica skills." She blinked as they started to near the practice "He's not there, he must be at his house."

Reaper's mood dramatically dropped at the title in which the man gave her. Priest....in all of her damn luck it had to be Priest. She sure hoped to Mother that this man wasn't ONE of those damn reiligious people. There was nothing she hated more then religion. Even if this man was one or not in the end Priest has caught her full attention and curiousity. It had been some time since some amusement and new blood have been here in Black Amber.

"I suppose I'll take you there. This place is very much like a maze we wouldn't want another person to become lost in the wilderness. Its quite troublesome." Reaper started as she headed off down the path in the direction of the dorms. Not bothering to even give her own title in turn as she went.