[b]Cynthia[/b]

Cynthia looked up at Sable, startled. "Scar?" She asked, bewildered, then comprehension dawned. "Oh, that. That's from... someone else. I was talking about the feathers, but I guess you didn't see those." With one finger, she traced the long scar down the side of her face, mostly hidden by her hair, before she continued. "It happens whenever I use my magic. Aiden saw it when I blocked your flames. Doesn't it happen to you guys? When I asked Polyaphimous about it, he said it's just an effect of the magic."

[b]Nathan[/b]

Nathan took another drag of his cigarette before turning to face Revan. He slowly blew out the smoke before answering. "It's not so bad, most of them are good people at heart. Even Brad, at one point, though recently I can't call him anything but obnoxious." He leaned back and contemplated the sky for a while in silence.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling up to a match right now," He said when he finally continued. "You should probably head back to the guild for now, make sure people aren't killing each other. I'd go myself, but there's someone here who'd probably get mad if I left before she could talk to me."