[h3][u]Mage Hunters[/u][/h3]

As Althalus (his crossbow loaded and in hand) and Mar exited the building, both looking more miserable than when the others had left them, there was a disturbance by the edge of the forest. A man, clearly Yarosmerian, ran out of the forest. He was bloodied and injured, from far more than just running through the woods. As he came closer to the group, it was clear he was wearing a diplomat's uniform from Yarosmere. It was also clear that that uniform was burned and the few places where you could see burnt skin were obviously chewed upon. As he reached the center of the town, ignoring everyone and anyone who tried to stop him in his terror fueled head long rush, he crashed into Grey. Landing on the ground with an audible curse and a thump, leaving blood on Grey's armor, he began to babble. "Oh thank the Sand God we need to get out of here. Mages who wield black, unholy magic that's an affront to the Sand God, would even be an affront to the false gods the rest of Tiien worships!" The man grabbed Grey's armor."We have to leave now. There is not time for questions, I will answer them when we are far, far from this place!" He continued babbling like this for several minutes, gradually growing more and more incoherent until it was just a bunch of terrified gibberish. Two things were abundantly apparent. 1. The mages they were supposed to find and kill were in the forest. 2. The man was going to be of no further use, terrified as he was.

However, when Althalus and Mar came into view, he suddenly calmed. A disgust and hate warped his face as he glared at Mar. "What is that thing, that [i]monster[/i] doing here?" Althalus leveled his crossbow at the man. Normally easy going, the assassin's patience was as shorter than it ever had been, run low by the previous conversation with Mar. "You have ten seconds to explain why you hate Mar, the Naga you're so pleasantly staring at. Speaking of explanations, where in the name of the Inferno did this guy come from Grey, where's Leith and where's Coco?"