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"See you soon..."

Raidek watched as Jania flew off towards some distant area that which he couldn't see.







Hehehahahah...

Raidek closed his eyes a moment and pushed the voice back to a corner of his mind. He then flipped down from the roof and swung into the room like he had earlier, though it was now very empty.





He exited into the hallway and went downstairs and out of the Inn. Stopping for a second before heading to one of the towns other taverns.

Once there he went up to a corner table and took up a seat overlooking the door. And now we wait...

Kin sat by himself, seemingly living the neutral life as he hadn't spent much time with anyone in the past few days, not even Sai. Though he was keeping a close eye on him as well as getting constantly informed of Raidek and his mysterious master who apparently had a strange relationship as Vix reported earlier that morning after watching them.

Kin saw Vilya and an old man enter the inn. Vilya had a serious look on her face so he assumed something was up, though he said nothing to her as she entered the building. The truth was he wasn't too interested in whatever it was. If something were to happen or Sai were to leave someplace, Kin would leave right with him as he left the inn.

The main reason why Kin had been more adrift than usual was because he has been preoccupied with some things he wanted to go over and think about for awhile. He thought about all of the combatants that had traveled with them so far and analyzed what he already knew about their abilities. Kin always knew that most of the others had superior abilities over him, but now he was slowly accepting that he wasn't just outdone by spells alone, but by power as well.

Having a bound creature such as Vix, who is rather on the smaller side, would have a tough time dealing with Sai's, Vilya's, and Minatsuki's bound creatures who were all very capable fliers and then there was Raidek who was in possession of a very large beast. All this thinking for Kin was important. He was finally realizing he needed to get it together and become stronger. All he had done up until now is damage his own body using dangerous spells his body couldn't handle. He needed more spells that were efficient and less energy consuming. The problem was that Sai was now on the run and this left Kin no time to train seriously. Would Kin really have to resort to asking someone for help for the first time in his life?

Vilya glared at Damiano as the old man swept past her.
"It be a good mornin' to ye kind sir." He took off his hat and bowed deeply. Any trace of his previous hostility completely erased.
Tura observed.
"This lovely lady was about te introduce me you you and the young man there. I'm lookin' fer a few good casters for a little job I've got back on me ship."

"He wants us to travel on the airship and guard its cargo." Vilya added, crossing her arms.

Damiano took note of the glare Vilya sent his way but hid his reaction by chuckling to himself as the old man made an attempt at flattery. It seemed that to the public eye he was from some sort of noble standing. Perhaps, in regards to his home town and the lands around it, but not this far from home. Still, Damiano wasn't one to let a chance to play go. If the old man wanted to act, then he'd be hard pressed to keep it up.

"You must truly wish for this task to be well taken care of if you seek the employ of magi. If this is indeed the case, then perhaps more skilled or qualified mages would be best for you? There is no doubt in my mind were you to humbly request the aid of the town Sage in the matter that she would lend you the spellcasters you require," Damiano paused as his food came in. He thanked the service maid and accepted his meal comprised mostly of bread, cheese, fruit, and a glass of wine. Swirling his tall wine glass with the air of a connoisseur, Damiano took a drink and waited on the man's reply. He hoped that he hadn't crossed Vilya any further nor set himself or his allies in any danger.

((i should mention i won't be around till tuesday again because A) school is starting. and B) i'm changing my internet service so it will be out monday and tuesday.))

Jania got up and brushed herself off lightly. "I need a drink," she muttered. Rayneer commented.

Jania shot back as she set off towards the tavern she had been in before. As she entered through the front door she scanned the tavern and saw Raidek sitting in a corner table. She grinned at him in a to say she conceded this round to him and cautiously made her way to the table, she wasn't going to attack but was prepared to defend if he tried something.

The old man's shrewd and deceitful business practice upset Damiano. He gave no expression to show his feelings about this; he gave no expression at all. A plain, calm and unmarred look was all there was. What would have driven some to anger and others to argument did not drive Damiano to express how much he detested this practice. Above which, the man didn't even play along with his earlier routine! And here Damiano thought he was going to have some entertainment as he ate. Taking another sip of wine and a bite out of the warm bread bun, Damiano focussed his gaze on the old ship captain.

"You, sir, are rude," Damiano stated flatly as he continued to eat, the ever calm expression on his face. The captain assumed too much. Damiano was a travelling magus, not necessarily a combatant. He had practiced and learned spells of peculiar strengths on his own, increasing his own capabilities and power through the rigors of life's road. For this man to assume he'd take this line of work after the assumption as well as the threat, he must be out of his mind!

"You assumed I was a combatant and now I say you are wrong. You assumed we'd let you threaten and bully us into a corner, and yet again you are mistaken," at this point, Damiano finished his bread bun and washed it down with the wine. His voice rose a notch before continuing, "And now you assume that after all that any of us will accept this job? And for that little payment! You must be one of the worst negotiators I have ever laid eyes on. Sir, I must say that after all you have said I must strongly point out that neither I nor my compatriots will accept this offer of pitiful sum. I demand no less than four-fifths of what your total cargo is worth as payment for our services." Damiano paused again, this time after taking a bite from an apple he had picked up. He maintained the pause, as though thinking over what he said, nodding a few times in agreement with himself. "And, we will take this cut directly from your employer, so we are not cheated," Damiano finished as a grim grin crept up on his revealed face.

"Oh, and we are not without heart. I ensure my personal best in the guarding of your shipment and your craft. Rest assured that the money you will pay us is worth the effort," Damiano said, smiling fully now. He laughed in the back of his mind, knowing the old man will get flustered and remind him of the Imperial threat. What did Damiano care? He was not a wanted person and even so, he was not one to leave loose ends in his argument.

"And, might I add that in judgement of the burned flesh on your left hand, you have already encountered one of our numbers' power. I would remind you that you are now in the presence of three mages and their companions. Correction, three mages ready to cast spells in a second's time with their companions at the ready," the dark grin reappeared on Damiano's visible face. His narrowed eye telling the old man that he wasn't bluffing. "Do calculate that should you even so much as try to threaten me again, you will not walk out of here the same as you walked in. I do not take kindly to threats, and my temper is that of a dragon's when my temper is tested," the glare in his eyes was aimed to intimidate the old man. The lid of his revealed eye widened slightly, to emphasize the narrowed pupil. One of the many traits he received for bonding with Ark was the change in eye structure. Damiano's now had a very cat-like quality wherein his pupils became thin and little more than vertical slits.

((I hope I didn't go too far with that sweatdrop And as a note, the spell I have prepared to launch if he tries anything fishy is a simple "Silence" spell. As the name states, it'll magically silence the target for a limited amount of time. This is a useful spell, especially against other casters, seeing as a silenced caster cannot cast spells unless they know how to do so without speaking.

The trigger word for the spell is "Silencio!" and is stated as though it were a command.))

((Gott sei Dank!I made the list of actives whee ))

"Once again, sir, you take too much chance in assumption. What makes you think that a mage of my order, one who wears robes as black as the Abyss, would have any use for this common rabble?" Damiano hated using the stereotype on himself, but he had to show that he meant business. Damiano was good with acting, his narrowed eyes and tempered voice would convince most people who did not know him well. He wished he could apologize to his new comrades for what he had said just then, however. He cared, but unfortunately even as so he cared more for his pocket and well-being right now.

"What is worse for you, now, is that you interrupted my meal. After what you told me, I could likely kill you and the blame would fall on someone else. How interesting that you would test a magus who is inherently evil and vile by presenting him with a means of escaping blame and prosecution," Damiano grinned as he stood from his seat, standing his full height. He extended his arm and opened his hand. As though he had called for it, his staff appeared in reach and he clasped it.

"Furthermore, captain," he said with an acidic tone, "Your stating of facts does not impress me. Where I to have no way out of this city but by foot, then I would walk past every guard and soldier just as easily as any pedestrian would. Your knowledge of a mage's talents is surprisingly low for one who wishes to hire a group of them."

Ark removed the spell for silence he had in mind and replace it with another, more potent spell. This one would definitely prevent any true danger, and until the spell wore off, the lot of them would have time to escape or otherwise deal with this captain on grounds more suiting them. He made a note to apologize to Vilya and the others and explain his self in full. He hoped they would understand his meaning. For now, he simply glared at the captain with his right hand clutching his mage's staff and his left buried in one of his spell component pouches.

((Ark now has a potent Sleep spell at the ready. The spell itself requires rose-petals or sand to be spread in an arch in front of the caster, aimed toward the target. In Damiano's case sand will be used. The effect of the magical slumber will render the target helplessly asleep with relatively little chance for awakening before the spell ends.

The trigger words for the spell are 'Sonno cattivo' which literally mean 'bad sleep'. This, of course, in the sense that the spell is an compulsive enchantment, forcing the victim into a deep slumber.))