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Miley had opened his mouth to say something about the possibility, or lack thereof, of him staying with her at the inn, when the other woman at the counter spoke up and drew attention away from him. If he followed the lady to the inn, someone would undoubtedly see him there and he'd be caught before he even left. His mind raced through a few possible stories. Then he realized the second woman was addressing him now.

Miley fumbled for words for a moment. "Um, yes ma'am." He wished Hock would come back so that they could finish this. Any minute now someone who knew him might wander in and ask what was going on...

Meanwhile, Carilee glanced over at Colby. "There's a woman a few towns westward of here, near where I live. She prefers to be paid rather dearly for her efforts though, alas." Carilee didn't have much else she particularly wanted to spend her pocket money on, though. Besides, she only went to lessons when she had enough questions collected from her own studies for the time spent to really be worth it. She needed to save some money for supplies, after all.

"Near Nariz. It's a couple days travel west of here." Carilee waved her hand absently towards the front of the store, which happened to be a generally western direction. "I'll probably visit her sometime after we get back. Depends on whether or not I can get the proper supplies for it, really." Substituting supplies that weren't quite what a summoning called for, after all, risked the health of all involved.

And where was that shopkeeper? At least if he'd been gone this long he had probably actually looked, Carilee thought to herself.

Li heard Noru's request for directions to Nariz. He mustered the courage to pip in, "You could come with me and my dad. We need to go there next and sell some things." Li was silently cursing himself in his head for drawing attention. He didn't like being at the center for even a moment. Plus, he tried but couldn't get out of the shop. It's all he could do to keep himself busy. "And, um, why can't I open the door now?"

Hearing Li's comment, she was about to turn around. She wouldn't mind traveling with someone. Not to mention that she could pay them for showing her the way by acting as a somewhat bodyguard. Opening her mouth, Noru was about to reply to him and answer his question when a sudden jolt threw her off balance.

A shiver passed through her and it was as if electrical currents were running along her arms. The hair on the back of her neck rose and she tried to reach instinctively for her blade. However, this was one case where a sword would do her no good. She forced her hand down, pushing down the prickly feeling of having such a strong current of magic thrust through her very being.

Uncertain as to what the source of the magic was, Noru glanced over at Miley. His eyes darted to the door and she could tell that he was considering running. Not wanting to keep the boy under any considerable danger, Noru ordered, through clenched teeth," Miley, get out. Try the door." The magic might have interfered with Hock's magical securities, and if so, Noru wanted Miley out of the way. "If the door doesn't work, lay low."

Keldan, about to sing a wonderful little ditty about the new (albeit small) hero-to-be, was rudely interrupted by a voice. A magical voice.

Keldan blinked a few times, quite suprised. It wasn't too often she was around spellcasters, but usually they tended to put on a bit more show before casting something that... forceful. And judging form the various reactions of those in the store, it seemed apparent to Keldan that they had no clue who cast that spell either.

"Deary me," the bard thought. While she was no magical expert, she could still definently feel the magical presense. That called them 'my humans.' That didn't bode well at all.

"But who is this spellcaster?" Keldan thought. And therefore, she initiated conversation with the air.

"Hello there, mysterious person," she said aloud. Hopefully the voice would take the lead and start explaining so Keldan wouldn't have to ask directly. Or at the very least, the spellcaster wouldn't try to destroy them all. Keldan would rather not have that happen.

Noru frowned and gripped the hilt of her sword tightly. It was a small area, and she would not be able to weild such a large blade without breaking or hurting something or someone. The voice in her head and the jolt that had traveled through her body signified a magical presence. Noru did not like magic, no not at all. If anything, it was the one area of expertise that she disliked. Even despite the fact that her father had tried his best to teach her.

She relied on brute strength. And intellect to make her way through the world. Magic was something that she wanted almost nothing to do with. Yet . . . she was not against dealing with it when necessary. Not all forms of magic were trouble for her . . . but still . . .

Listening to the other girl in the store mutter to the voice and the woman who had spoken to her address the voice full on. Noru still stood tensely. Hearing the voice's snide comment again, Noru shook her head. "Polite? Well, she's certainly more polite than you are." Listening to it's later comments, Noru frowned. "Spending time together? You must be mistaken . . . " Saying this, she turned around to see where Miley had gone. The door was still locked, but she hoped that he would be able to stay low if trouble ensued.

Jarrick listened to Carilee’s vague directions, absently glancing in the direction she pointed. He had heard of Nariz of course, but had never actually been himself as he was usually to busy to go much farther than the next town over for the occasional special order. Finding the town wasn’t exactly his main concern though; it was the idea of talking one on one with this teacher that bothered Jarrick.

Just before he was about to ask if he could tag along with Carilee the next time she went herself, he was momentarily overcome by a feeling unlike any he had encountered before, that left him slightly panicked and caused him to put his hand onto Hock's hard wooden counter for fear of any physical effects. While not exactly painful, Jarrick was more than a little relieved when it began to subside, even if it did linger to a degree. With the feeling came a voice, causing him to look over at Carilee as it could only have been magic. He quickly ruled out the possibility that she had been the one speaking when he saw that she was hardly composed herself. In fact, as he saw upon looking around the store; a number of people in the room seemed to be flustered.

He took his hand off the counter and opened his mouth to ask someone what had just happened when the same feeling washed over him again, though it wasn’t quite as spectacular as the first time when he'd had no idea of what to suspect. Hearing the voice’s superfluous introduction, Jarrick rolled his eyes a bit. Surely no sword could’ve caused what had just happened without someone controlling it, then again; he would’ve denied the possibility of anyone making him hear anything in his head a few moments ago so the idea might not have been that far fetched.

Colby’s entire body was tingling, and with each word The Sword of a Thousand Truths spoke, the prickling sensation pulsed harder. She kept silent and listened as the sword, Vivian, answered the questions of the other people in the room…along with telling them what was going to happen. I can’t go with her, I have to get home…He needs to get the sword, my sister will be in trouble if he doesn’t get it.
As Colby grew used to the sword’s talking, the tingling feeling began to subside, not completely, but much less than before. Listening to the sword, something clicked in the back of Colby’s mind Sword of a Thousand Truths seemed rather familiar…like she had heard of it before.
“You’re the sword from the prophecy aren’t you?” Colby asked uncertainly once she had finally found her voice. Even as she asked this, Colby felt the overwhelming desire to purchase the sword…but she had no money. Take it then a voice in the back of her head said. Colby shook her head, hoping to disperse the desire, stealing was wrong, and sure to get her in trouble.