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A concerned look crossed Koru's face when she looked back at him without a trace of the sadness she had just shown. Deciding it would be better not to press her further on the subject for now he thought on what other things he could ask to help, he angled his book to better face the calm air in the night so that it may dry quicker.

[i]"How does a mage end up here?"[/i] an odd question, most people didn't ask about Koru, they would just spin him a story and hope he left them alone. A light poke against the markings on his pages informed him that it was too early to close half a book on the page to go searching for the answer, with no attempt to hide his discomfort Koru looked back on what he hoped where the past few days.

[color=1a7b30]"I'm..."[/color] he started hoping the rest would role off his tongue without having to remember anything, but nothing came. They sat in silence for a few moments when Koru began to shudder, his rick mahogany skin turned to a pail birch, his face now one of complete panic, his breathing becoming and the branches of surrounding tree's swayed more violently as if they where trying to reach the small mage on the roof. 

Clearly not caring if the ink was dry or not Koru clawed at the pages looking for his last entry, skimming it quickly everything slowed down. The tree's turned to their lazy waving in the night breeze, color all slowly returned to his face, however hes breathing was still labored and the shuddering just became less frequent.

[color=1a7b30]"...Lost"[/color] he sighed holding his tomb close to him [color=1a7b30]"I'm wounder from town to town, looking for detraction's"[/color] sheepishly he looked up at the raven haired girl [color=1a7b30]"What's your name?"[/color]