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Duraz smiled "I'll return in a about twenty minutes." Duraz then ran out the shop and down the street to the cafe. He stopped a few feet from the door to get his breath back then walked inside. One of the waiters dropped what he was doing and shock with fear "Can I h-help you, sir?" Duraz smiled and lowered his head till his eyes seemed to glow under the brim of his hat "Yes, you can!"

Several minutes later the occupants of the cafe had killed each other with various kitchen utensils, one of the cooks assistants had even been beaten to death with a spatula. Duraz smiled at his work, he had left no evidence that he had been there, nor did he leave any prints. It was simple to those who understood what had happened. He made each member of the staff see each other as monsters from childhood nightmares, so they naturally defended themselves. He then went back to the shop with not a drop of blood on his hands.

The Valthier doll hurried back to his mistress's shop. He scratched frantically at the door with long needle claws. Maovu opened the door and let the little monster inside. "Kahaba has arrived." The doll announced. Maovu only smiled. She remembered the day she found Kahaba huddled in an alley, cowering.He didn't have to say a word. His face and scars told his story for him. It hurt Maovu to look at the young prostitute. So alone and in pain, so much like herself. Her course of action had been obvious. Maovu still chuckled when she thought the slave trader's fate. The terrible thing that had tortured Kahaba and the other slaves, reduced to nothing more than a chewed skeleton. The trader's death had been slow and Maovu was sorry that her torment had ended so easily. After that the toy maker took Kahaba and a few other children to live with her. Gradually they grew and learned to make dolls of their own but Kahaba never strayed too far from his teacher. Maovu loved him like a son. She couldn't wait to see his new shop.

Duraz sneezed which broke his concentration as he was looking into the mind of someone who was juggling knives in the street*. Well he's not going to be doing much juggling now. He cringed and wiped his nose "Someone must be talking about me?"

*= Usually if someone is in another persons mind and has to leave with a start, the person gets a jolt through their body.

Duraz raised his head "Sorry I was meditating," he stood up and adjusted his hat "So your old student has arrived," Duraz looked at Maovu "Might I say that you look wonderfull." He smiled widely and picked up the coat he had found, in a bin, earlier.

Duraz looked at the new decorations, it seemed as if he had taken a wrong turn and found somewhere new. He could barely recognize the place, but then again who would want to? "I wonder if they still have coffee?"

-A piercing cry rose above the dim of day to day life on the streets of Au Shinduago, the voice it belonged to was suddenly cut off and the scream ended in a gurgle as another life was snuffed out. This was the home of Val'atar Druu'giir and it was exactly how he preferred it.

Striding away from the smoldering corpse, Val'atar dusted his hands off and paused to listen with his mind. A thin piercing call from a distant source beckoned only to him and so he strode onwards, cutting a swath through the streets as noble and peasant alike moved to avoid his path. Those unfortunate or foolish enough to block his way were dealt with harshly.. scoured from existence with fire, acid or a strange crackling black energy that seemed to suck the life from them until they were little more than dried flesh and brittle bones.. easily crumbled beneath his feet as he continued onwards-

Duraz smiled and looked at Kahaba with his orange eyes. "Nice to meet you, I like what you've done with this old place. Blood stains are so hard to clean." Duraz removed his hat and coat and placed them neatly to the side.