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"Tell me where to bring it," he said after a brief but difficult consideration. "If I can't do it I'll find some one else that can-- but please, tell me exactly what you want it to be capable of if it's to be made in so short a time."

A chill began to sweep over the city. Now, this was not the kind of cold that could be blocked out by a jacket or coat, no matter how heavy it was. This cold went to the very bones, chilling the soul. People reflexively pulled their coats on tighter, hoping to ease the cold. To them, it felt almost as if a piece of them was being sucked out, leaving a chilling void. Of course, they didn't understand that this was actually the case. Few saw the black cloaked figure passing by, fewer paid any heed, and none noticed that the side nearest him was colder than the other.

Iahhel savored the taste of the city. He, who had starved for so long, been deprived of this sustenance for so long, no had all that he could want and more. The mages of varying power who paraded through the city were all subject to his appetite, as the magic was sucked from them. Iahhel could have laughed. His primary concern had been that someone would recognize the symptoms and report to the council he was back before he could properly entrench himself in the city. Now, though, he had mastered the back alleys and paths to get himself out of any situation he wished.

Today, he had left headquarters in the early hours of the morning, before most people were awake. To those who could feel it, the sudden increase of magic as people awakened and began moving about the city was among the most satisfying things in the world. He had spent hours wandering the city since then, looking for targets for his next raid, whenever he decided that would be.

However, before he decided whether the armory or the granary would be a better target, he spied a fellow member of the underground. Smiling to himself, he walked silently up behind him. When he reached the man, he whispered quietly "Graros, oughtn't you to be tending your shop? People may become...suspicious...if you are absent. What has drawn you away from there?"

"Well, why don't we think here for a moment...A council member waslks into a weapon store. What in the would could she possibly be buying?" Iahhel asked, bitter sarcasm aparant in his voice. Snapping softly, Iahhel proclaimed softly, "I know! She's buying a weapon! What a remarkable twist."

Turning his attention to the shop, Iahhel inhaled deeply, allowing his magical drain to spead beyond what it had been. Yes, there was a potent food source in there. Several, as a matter of fact. This one had managed to actually find something useful, however unlikey a chance that was. Iahhel began to laugh quietly. Finally, a chance to get at a member of the council...

Seren sighed, and shivered slightly. Was there a slight chill in the air?

"I'm afraid I have little knowledge of weapons magic so my descriptions are likely to be somewhat vague, but I will however, endeavour to make myself clear. I would like the knife imbued with a basic enchantment that will make it more suitable for spell casting and enhancement. If you are not able to have this done in the required time, so be it. I am sure my colleague will be quite able to perform any necessary enchantments himself, I merely wish to spare him the effort." Seren pulled a small black velvet bag from a pocket in her volumous cloak. Taking a handful of golden coins from the bag she laid them daintily on the counter.
"Bring the knife to the house of Yuthaweh of the Council by sunset," she instructed. "I trust the payment is adequate."

She turned to leave, but then paused, still fingering the velvet bag. Pulling another gold coin from the purse she turned once more to the counter, and laid it on top.
"For your good service. I hope I will not be disapointed." There was no threat in her level tones - but it was clear that Seren expected the work to be done promptly and precisely. Not wishing to be further held up, Seren made to leave.

(Where's True!?)


Lelio was mixing up a bit of batter when she felt the hair on her neck stand up. At first thought, she thought it was just the sun moving behind the clouds, or maybe a chilly breeze passing through. She looked up and wiped her long and unruly bangs off of her face with the back of her hand.
The sun was still shining, the trees stood absolutely still.
"Iahhel...." she muttered under her breath, a look of confusion settling on her features. "I wonder what he's doing here..." Her fellow Arcane Comrade and herself had never gotten along as well as she'd hoped. But, then again, he had a strange demeanor that was hard to comprehend. Plus, he probably found her bright and cheerful disposition irritating.
Besides their differences in personality, there was their differences in power. Whereas he inhaled all energy, she had the ability to expell it into others about her. Therefore, she felt horribly uncomfortable about him, knowing that every bit of power that poured out of her body was absorbed by him when he was near.
She noticed Ad'm loooking at her questionably, and she quickly changed her ponderous expression.
"I was... trying to remember if I brought the blueberries..." she said, distractedly, gazing down the cobblestone street behind Ad'm.

((? I already posted and went inside the shop....))

Raising an eyebrow, he took a bite of the muffin and glanced over his shoulder momentarily. Finding nothing out of the ordinary (aside from the chill which was, oddly enough, devoid of any wind), he turned back toward the cart and pointed to the bag of blueberries sitting on it. "They're right there..." he mumbled around the mouthful of muffin (which really was quite good); swallowing, he looked closer at her. "Hey, you ok? You look like you've seen-... I probably shouldn't finish that, should I?"

(( gonk Sorrysorrysorry! I really haven't been in any decent RP mood for some time now... it's a lousy miserable excuse for a post, but it's there, at least. sweatdrop ))

Fior shook her head quickly and went back to stirring the mixture. She looked up at Ad'm, who was looking at her, perplexed.
"What?" she asked, accusingly. "Oh, the blueberries? Yeah, so?" she went to go check on the pastries in the oven. She noticed Ad'm put a hand to his forehead and turn around, once again gazing down the street.
"Hey!" she yelled, a little too loud. She grabbed Ad'm's shoulder and spun him around, confusing him even more.
"There's no one---nothing, I mean... there. He's not... Ah, I mean..." she grabbed the batter off the counter and shoved it itto his chest, also flinging a drippy whisk at him. "In fact.... I..I have to go."
She took off down the street, knowing full well that Ad'm could not cook and her pastries that day had very little chance of surviving.
"I hope he's not doing anything stupid..." she muttered under her breath about her comrade.