[center] [h1] [color=silver] Ferrin [/color] and [color=9966cc] Valak [/color] [/h1] [/center]

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 Ferrin didn't respond to Dornae's warning as he walked out. After Dornae left, Ferrin let the silence stretch as he sat deep in thought. Suddenly he sprang out of his seat. [color=silver] "I am going for a walk." [/color] He said. He pointed a long metal finger at the candles. [color=silver] "Those will give you warning if anyone approaches. The size of the flame will judge the magic the person has, the color candle will tell you how close they are. Red means danger." [/color] He looked between the two. [color=silver] "Play nice."[/color] With that said, he vanished. Not a fade out or and blur of motion. Just gone, one moment he was there, the next he wasn't. 

	Under a carefully crafted veil, an illusion magic that could make him invisible, un-smellable, and unhearable, Ferrin slipped out the still open door and headed out the entrance of the hotel. He opened the door and walked out, making the hotel manager stare. Ferrin checked a map of the city he had picked up when he got there. He had a skeleton of a plan, he would have to make the rest up as he went along. He found what he was looking for and started walking, careful not to bump into anyone.

Over at the Iron Enigma hotel...

	The silence was interrupted by a huge troop of soldiers that surrounded the building. A heavyset man with a florid red face, that was currently set in an angry grimace with every vain visible and a thick cigar in his mouth, strolled in. His decorated armor marked him as a Captain and he certainly looked the part. He surveyed the room as he stood inplace, ignoring the tension in the room. He seemed to disapprove of what he saw, as he veins pulsed and his face got even redder. "WHO IS THE MASTER OF THIS SORRY GUILD?" He asked loudly.