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Still being drunk Xander walked trough a busy street; filled with merchants and stores. The fact he was drunk, wasn’t shown on the way he acted. Though, he might stumble a few times, he walked and looked perfectly sober. Of course there was a negative side of him being drunk, which was that he didn’t control himself.
“Hey! Stop that thief!” A merchant shouted down the street as a thief robed him.
Running down an alley, to avoid the crowded street, Xander followed him. The thief was hiding behind a crate, counting the money, but his head jerked up as he hears footsteps. Slowly and carefully peeking, he saw a single man, not even a guard, “Heh, wonder what he wants.” Smirking, he got up and walked on a safe distant from Xander, “Yea, what do you want?”
“…” Not answering his question, Xander simply pointed towards the bag of gold.
“Is that so?” He smirked, tossing the bag in the air, he drew he dagger and charged at Xander, “Then come and take it!”
Following the bag that was tossed in the air, Xander didn’t pay any attention to the thief. Seeing the bag falling down, he jumped, just as the thief tried to slash him horizontal and jumped again on the shoulder of the thief. Landing safely, he caught the bag and opened it. Turning around, he wanted to return the bag, but now the thief was blocking his path.
“Hand over the bag and your death will be fast.” The thief looked at him angry.
Xander eyes looked absent, as if he was daydreaming or not there. Before the thief could charge again, Xander’s sword flew fast towards the thief, piercing his chest and making him fly out the alley and into the crowded street, hammered against a house. The crowd in the street began to panic, guards running to the scene, only to find a bag of gold in the alley. They examined the thief, who was clearly dead and took the sword as evidence.

While she was gone, Roran ate a few more bites. This fruit was very good, he'd enjoy eating it at least a few times during his lifetime. As she came back, he had cleaned everything up, he only had a few bites. As she kissed him, he smiled and twirled them around. "I'm always ready with you," he put his forhead to hers, smiling the widest he had in a long time.

Nodding, he followed obediently. Stumbling a few times, he ran through the halls with her. He had forgotten where she was going to take him, that fruit just taking his whole mind off of everything. "Dear, where exactly are we going? We heading back to practice more?"

Amaya smiled and shook her head. "We're going out for a ride remember?" She laughed, kissing him before she continued to run.

Hector ran towards her, seieng she had plunge dinto the water, he took her out, "hey, you ok? what happened?" he asked, holding her in his arms.

Akori sighed, "that's the complicated part, it's written in reverses. Meaning any word could go with another, decifering it properly takes longer." he said, "and apart from that, you never know if you properly decifered it or not, one can only guess and hope" he added, looking at her coldly, but not being able to imagine how such beauty could be making up one single person.

Amy sighed, "aha, so there's a high possibility that we will guess wrong" she said disappointed, "damn" she whispered. Looking at the sheet with suspense, she wondered who created such a hard language.

Vivian gasped for air, blinking as he pulled her out, coughing up some of the water she had swallowed. After a moment, once she had regained her breath, she shivered a little, closing her eyes briefly as she enjoyed his warmth. "Visions...Images of the future, I passed out I guess..." Shaking her head a little, she shivered again, but not from cold. "I saw everyone battling, bodies were everywhere in the castle, almost like a mirror of the city...No one is spared, no mercy to be found. Akori and Amy were fighting somewhere in the castle, Xander was leading a group of soldiers to what I guess would be outside, I didn't actually see where he led them. I saw you battling with two guards against the assasins outside..." She fell silent, praying that the end part of her vision would not come true. She held onto him a little tighter, burying her face in his chest.