[h2][b][u]Somewhere in Hyznia...[/u][/b][/h2]
	Pincy was in quite the bind. Most literally. His head was still fuzzy from the large rock that struck him in the head earlier, but he was able to decipher bits and pieces from the outlines forming in darkness of his mind. The lanky flayed-cloak mage sat in a carriage with a pair of nasty arcane-locks fastened tightly around his poor bony wrists. Unfortunately, not many places made things accounting for people of his unusual size, and Hyznia was no exception to tired traditions. The looming figure sat hunched almost all the way over to avoid breaking his neck against the top if the wheels ever hit a bump in the road. There were two others with him. He craning his neck so that he was able to look forward as he spoke out to one of the outlines behind the cloth covered frame in the front, the pale eyes within the faceless mask shining in the moonlight.

	"Dearest, strangers, whom I presume are CMAS representatives..." finishing the statement with a light but strangely unsettling laugh, "I swear to you, I only happened... across the demonic ritual while out hunting Azure Fireflies for my morning herbal tea! See, the slimy residue of their grounded bodies helps with my headaches and helps moisturize my awfully wrinkled skin..." pausing suddenly, "Anyway, The cultists were all already dead when I got there. What you witnessed, me moving around the sacrificial offerings and fixing the magic circle..." laughing as he realized the words that came out of his mouth, "Well, those amateurs were doing it all completely wrong, I tell you! Where would my pride as a researcher of the supernatural, and as a respectable warlo... I mean, mage for that matter, if I didn't correct false information?" shaking his head, "Improper spell technique can lead to fatal injury, even death, as you clearly saw for yourselves. If they followed the appropriate procedure for summoning demonic entities, [i]perhaps[/i] the damned thing wouldn't have turned upon them.. Those blokes didn't even draw the right amount of points for their pentagram, for gods sake! If anything, you should be after that foul monster instead of apprehending a simple, totally ordinary mage like me..." 

	The larger figure shifted, turning back with a growl to the masked-man, "Quiet, freak. I've enough of your prattling. Another word and I'll have you join those fanatics in hell." 

A female voice quickly interjected, nudging the large shape with some sort of limb, he couldn't really tell, "Calm down will you? We're not here to hurt him. You've done enough of that already." speaking louder as though directing to Pincy now, "Listen, you're not under arrest. We of the CMAS are very aware of your... special talents, mister 'Pierrot', and are actually here to offer you a proposal."

The mask suddenly tilted to one side, "Pardon?"

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