[i]"...This bodes ill."[/i] Phaethon said, sneaking a glance at the individuals behind him as he walked away from the village.

[i]"Vampire, Thalmor, and the redhead firebrand, plus some other stranger following me. Can't afford to slow down, step out of the open, or make any sudden moves. No doubt the Vampire will act if I try to make a quick exit..."[/i] Phaethon thought to himself, slowly reaching beneath his coat and grabbing hold of a fist-sized sphere made of what appeared to be clay.

[i]"Timing is key. Too early or too late, and the Vampire'll no doubt sink his fangs into my neck. Vengeance for killing one of their own, no doubt."[/i] The scarlet haired nord thought, as he maintained his present pace while sticking to the road, watching, waiting for one of the others to make a move.