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Ciryn continued to carefully cut a path through the boisterous citizenry with his crimson cloak. He was in no hurry, the foul aura of his target drew his gaze like a moth to flame as he pursued her, hand clutching the hilt of his sword in a white-knuckled grip. He turned the next street corner in time to catch sight of her slipping into an alley. He glanced nervously behind him, afraid of being late for his assignment. It only then occurred to him that this girl might be in league with the Librarian, to draw him away from his post. If that was her intent, it might already be too late.

Steeling himself for whatever awaited him, he strode forward and turned the corner, baring an inch of steel from his blade. He was unsurprised to find her waiting, his eyes had told him that much, but now that he got a closer look at her he was startled at what he saw. [i]How can these…[/i] dark… [i]emotions be coming from her?[/i] Her façade of child-like innocence was quickly fractured as she spoke, the torrent of malign emotions swelling as she laid eyes on him.

Her words sent chills down Ciryn’s spine. This was no child, he didn’t know it was, but he didn’t want any part of the games she wished to play. He staggered back, clearly in the grip of fear, removing his spectacles to rid himself of the visions enveloping her. Still, he was hesitant to draw his blade in the face of a child. At that moment, as if through some divine percipience, the Imperator’s voice cut through the babble of the city and, to an extent, settled Ciryn’s mind.

With the end of the Imperator’s speech he knew the prisoner’s would be marched out to their execution, which he was to have a part in. He had no time, or desire to investigate this further, so he abandoned dignity and turned to run.


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