[i]Southern Zalcan looked like this, before the damned Mages destroyed it.[/i] The thought idly slipped through Logen's mind as he walked through the peaceful scenery of Caradia. Any discomfort he may have had from walking constantly in his armor had long ago faded away. Or maybe it had stopped being a problem for him along with all other discomforts like food, lack of sleep, lack of water, when the mages altered him and wiped out Zalcan. Hatred filled Logen at the thought of all the lives the mages had taken, and all the lives that could have been saved if the Zalcan queen had listened to his organization. With a sigh, he threw away that line of thought, knowing it would only lead back to the beginning. What was in the past couldn't be changed, or saved. The present, however, the present could be saved. Like this country. [i]Fools. Trusting the mages like they were untainted. At least Zalcan was smart enough to have us, operating in the shadows. Though it wasn't enough, in the end.[/i] He shook his head at the stupidity of the faithless, and their trusting nature. [i]There must always be those who guard against the night. Those who dirty their hands to spare the innocents.[/i] He only hoped this nation had an organization like that, otherwise the Empire would meet the same fate as Zalcan, much faster. 

As he began to see the walls of the town where the Emperor would be waiting, anticipation flowed through Logen, and his pace quickened. It would be good to have a direction again, to have purpose. It'd been too long since the last mission. Too long without a target to eliminate, a Mage to kill. Now though, now it seemed he had more than one target. All the mage's monsters, and then the mage or mages themselves. Logen smiled beneath his immovable helm, a sinister, bloodthirsty grin. There would be blood spilled, and the they would be made to pay for their crimes.

Logen was stopped in just short of his destination by the gathered retinue of two nobles. Or at least, the looked like nobles, given their fine arms and armor, and the fact that they were surrounded by a large group of men, wearing two distinct colors and symbols. Said nobles were apparently getting ready to duel in front of the town, apparently over nothing. Sighing at the foolishness of the youth and this nation in general, he began to use his considerable size to wade through the crowd of men. He was going to try and stop them with words, never his strong point, but was prepared for violence, his hand on the hilt of his sword and ready to use his curse, his blessing, of magic against them. Fortunately for all parties involved, one of the Emperor's guards spoke to the nobles, warning the two of them to stop, annoyance radiating off of her. Logen chuckled. "Nice to see someone with sense." He spoke quietly to himself, before speaking in a louder voice to the two duelers-to-be, as he walked between them. "Yes, put away your swords and put away your.." His eyes narrowed upon the glowing tip of her lance. [i]Could just be enchanted. I'll have to keep an eye on her though. Mages are known for treachery.[/i] 

"..Lance. Save it for the monsters. Though I'm sure you both were just eager to show your skills to the Emperor, and were not in any way serious about the ridiculous notion of killing yourselves in front of the man you have come to help."