[centre][h3][color=gray][u]Fae Nikia[/u][/color][/h3][/centre]

	A rustle amongst the bushes to the lake's shore caused his eyes to open. They snapped, and almost immediately, he launched the back half of his body behind the rocks he sat upon. Someone was coming, but who was it? That was something he didn't know...It was something he couldn't help but become paranoid about. His arms began to tense, and strain, as his concentration went fully into his magi. The tension of Fae's body made him lose track of the noises, but soon enough a shell of hard rock and tough stone forged around his top half, the side not concealed by the bushes behind. One arm reached for a crossbow, the other a bolt, as he instantaneously loaded the round in preparation to fire upon any Thalburn soldier that poked their head out. If he were to die, then it'd be he-

	But it wasn't the Thalburn. In fact, it was actually something, or someone, quite surprising. A man, not dressed to any military standards, came wading through the water gently. He hadn't spotted Fae, due to the camouflage he made himself, and the magi ability. The only thing that was visible was the shimmer of his eyes and the crossbow itself, which was painted to suit his ability. He watched him, slowly making his way across the lake to the shallow ends, where he began to set up multiple small objects, as if marking out an area. What had he stumbled upon? Why were all these encounters happening now?

	Next, a show of unbelievable proportion. It was magnificent. The man moved slowly, as if training himself in hand-to-hand combat, across a small area. Fae saw him move pace occasionally, but his maintain of pace was incredible. He kept his aim, however, in case. Studying was wise. Flashes of memories kept flowing through his mind about the Monks of Gre'ta Noe. Those were true masters of movement, especially when Fae had to train against one. Yet, there was a weakness in them. Fae knew that to beat a man in hand-to-hand combat, weapons needed to be brought. His hatchets...And preferably his crossbow.

	When Fae was sure he wasn't an ultimate threat, he stood up. The scraping of rock against one another echoed through the silent waves of the lake as he put the effort and strenuous power into covering his legs. It hurt, in all honesty. But it was just to be careful. As he was sure the figure had caught his attention, he moved closer. The echoes of rock bounced between the trees and foliage on an immense scale. It was sometimes like the gunfire of MiddleSeed, with every rock clamping against one another. Fae reached a certain distance, and began to loosen his muscles, the Magi ability sinking back into his body. The rock's seemed to fade into his skin, once more. He stared him in the eyes, before putting the weapon to his side. His tone was low, but not hostile.

[color=gray][b]"Tocha ni, ro mana ei trequele."[/b][/color] He started with his own tongue. [color=gray][b]It's a peaceful place, isn't it? The ambience feels right; a gateway to another realm where the troubles of war and oppression are subsided for peace and tranquillity..."[/b][/color] He paused, thinking to himself for a moment. [color=gray][b]"I'd never thought to see someone else out here. Probably the same for your end of the line...Kind of like one of the Monks of Gre'ta. Tolo Weys de Farsnaoel...The harbingers of pace, as they used to go by. Now...I just hope that you are like them, along the lines of peace, and not by their ways of training and combat..."[/b][/color] He nodded down to his crossbow, but gave expression that it was not intended on harm unless with reason. [color=Gray][b]"So who might you be, sir?"[/b][/color]