Leo stood before the lion, who had slung it's head back in a ferocious roar, it's golden, silky mane bristling. Leo could feel the sound waves hitting his body, the magic pulsing through his veins. His brain pulsed, his veins and capillaries pumped magic, and he could feel a rising, warm feeling blasting through his body, starting at his toes and spreading to the top of his head. He opened his eyes, done with his Siphon. He petted the lion, caressing the back of it's head and mane. "Thanks Deej," he said, Deej being the name he had given the mighty African lion. He stepped out of the carriage to see Azga saddling up his horse. He walked to him, the soggy blades of grass, still wet from the morning mildew, squashing under his feet. 

"Azga!" he called to him. "You're going into town later aren't you? Let me come with you."

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Pierre kept briskly walking across the damp grass. He gingerly touched his mangled eye, and the deep scar that ran like a river down the right side of his face, remembering the time when he had gone just a little too far on stage. Things always seemed to go a little too far for him. This time he was pushed just a little too far off the deep end. He drew the blade out of his pocket again a kept flicking it in his hand compulsively. That's when he saw the priest, who sat valiantly on his horse. The clergy were such scum, basking in their self-ushered age of glory and god, ignorant to their gluttony and avarice. But it was necessary to play the game of god to exact his sort of revenge. He could turn back now, alert the caravan members of this [i]le saulaud[/i] priest. He would be praised. No. He was just going to be another face in the crowd. This was what he had to do. He locked eyes with the priest and approached him. He knew he was crossing a threshold, one he could not pass back over. As he came face to face with the man, he looked him over. He was a little plump, and he had a bald cap. Classic priest stuff. He could take on the priest, cut him down where he stood. He did not. 

"Let's keep this strictly business you [i]fils de pute[/i]. I have what you need - when to attack, where any certain person will be at a certain time, and the best entry points. Without my information your attack will fail. Miserably. I want money. Lots of it. I want a full church immunity. And most of all, I want to kill Azga."

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