Aezophyl wasn’t entirely surprised when the entire fire in the other room, as he detected, went out. There was apparently someone wielding either magic or that damn powder coming in. 

Sure enough, he heard someone come in. he grasped his sword and prepared himself to charge when he noticed someone else enter. Shortly after, they had a rather… interesting conversation.

[i]They don’t trust each other? Now how could that be?[/i] he thought sarcastically.

He had an idea… one to possibly worsen the situation. Although he would have the surprise advantage, it would be infinitely better to drive them against each other and then kill one while the other was regretting a hasty decision.

The skeletons outside were decreasing in number, losing the former upper hand. He would need a new drawing point and decided to switch locations once this matter was settled. But for now…

[i]Zargon aid me.[/i]

He first allowed his heat to sweep around the edges of the room just ahead of him, upping the temperature. One of them was not completely human. He would bank on that advantage.

He had to see what was going on. Otherwise it would not work.

He consigned himself to steadily raising the temperature, hoping that the two would attack each other out of distrust. The small scar created by the magic user outside was quite healed; that would not give him away. He hoped his aura didn’t. He slightly repositioned himself to crouch besides the door, just in case they went to investigate.

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Artholath went around a few more corners and walked halfway down the main one. However, he noticed something… odd.

There was a smell. It wasn’t the skeletons, or the demon, or even that putridness coming from the other block. [i]What was that smell…[/i]

He decided to ignore it and walk further down the path, forming a long, sharp icicle on a raised finger.

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Zargon watched as Artholath was approached by what appeared to be a dwarf. A tall one, though.

[i]He can take care of himself.[/i] He doubted that whatever the dwarf threw at him would do any critical damage.

He repositioned to scry on Aezophyl. The main room was cleared of flames. The powder… an annoying creation. He heard Aezophyl give a sort of prayer for assistance.

[i]Yeah, right.[/i] He had already stepped beyond his boundaries. This was his matter, and his only.

What was interesting was the two figures in the main room. One was distinctly inhuman, yet no real combatant. The other… a hunter. He spotted the Kansa.

[i]An Orthell? Uridial should have killed them all years ago…[/i] Zargon was already recruiting Uridial. If Aezophyl did not take care of this matter, then he would.