[h3]Grant Vale -- Crocus Streets[/h3] As Ferrin spoke up, saying that he was the culprit, Grant chuckled softly before shooting him with a pair of finger-guns. [color=Crimson]"Awesome. Glad that's sorted out."[/color] He nodded respectfully to Master Jamie. As he turn and began walking, he spoke. [color=Crimson]"Did either of you catch Maddox and my fight? It was pretty good. Maddox is certainly a strong mage."[/color] On that note, Grant left. He was fairly content with how things had turned out, and as he headed around the corner he chuckled softly to himself. That, in fact, couldn't of gone much better. He now knew who had attacked them, what he looked like, and could easily have him followed.

[h3]Mithera -- Hotel Room[/h3]Mithera would've been watching the flame in terror, knowing precisely who was outside without having to ask. As Dornae did something with his sword before looking back at the fire, Mithera took the moment to slip underneath the pillow. She knew it was Grant outside. His magic was similar to Melina's, not only because of their relation, but because of what it was. Mithera only stuck her head back out when she could feel that he was going away from her, and the tiny dragon let out a little sigh.