Muffled tapping came from leather bound fingers tapping against the Sun Stone within the satchel that hung from the mage's shoulder, the brown-haired youth in deep thought all of a sudden. It would have been smartest to have fled the scene immediately, but there was something calling him back from doing so. It wasn't exactly a voice in his head or something he could feel within the ebb and flow of the arcane. It was more a gut feeling that was stopping him from leaving. Sharp green eyes glanced down to the scene that lay at his feet and as subtly turned to view one of the injured guards laying a few feet away, his eyes burning through the mage with such fury. He had to feel pity for this man, for he was only doing hos job and for all the Soldier knew, he was doing the right thing to uphold peace and security within Dalvastre. He'd have done a stellar job too if it were any other ordinary shift for him. But there were so many people who disagreed with the way that magic users, mages, witches and wizards were being handled. Becoming an Ablated was not upholding peace, it was simply adding fuel to the fire. If the mages were left alone to do their own thing in peace, there would be no need for all this. No need for a Royal Decree and no need for the Ablated. Well, that wasn't strictly true. There were a good number of mages who had gone insane from power or from listening too intently to the arcane song that weaved and coursed over everything. A few bad apples spoil the bunch, it seemed.

The green-eyed mage was snapped from his thoughts at the sound of a high-pitched whistle coming from right beside him. The young man threw his head down to witness one of the injured Soldier's had managed to pull a whistle from his attire and was blowing on it to call for help. There'd be another patrol heading this way to investigate within minutes, there could already be one just around the next corner due to a spell having been cast recently.
[color=006800][i]This has all gone wrong... I need to retreat...[/i][/color]
The mage turned his back on the scene he created and was about to dash off into the night when that gut feeling returned, making him pause in place again. This time thought he turned his head to look over his right shoulder, his vision peering back in the general direction of the Stiltwalker's Fall. There was something going on over there, a brawl perhaps from the sounds of things but it was far too faint to be sure.
[color=006800][i]There's this feeling again... I wonder what it means? Has it something to do with those two I met in the tavern? Why those two? What could it mean?[/i][/color]
Making sure his satchel was closed and secure, the mage headed for the side of the street and begun climbing up a pile of stocked boxes to reach the roof of the shop they belonged too. Wrapping his cloak about himself and pulling his hood down over part of his face, the mage kept himself low to try and become as invisible as possible within the darkness of the night. He slowly crept up to the spine of the roof and glanced down into the street opposite, seeing a patrol of Soldier's and Ablated surrounding the Shaven Headed Man from the tavern. Why were they stopping him? Didn't this guy have special permission to be in the city? The guards outside let him through without much investigating. Oh, perhaps they were a detachment sent to acquire him? Why did they look so threatening towards him then?

A flash of blonde from the roof opposite caught the mage's attention and he quickly glued himself against a cold, stone chimney stack to try avoid being detected. That was the blonde from the tavern and his sword... didn't look much like a sword anymore. What was he planning on doing? Back down in the street, the Alpha seemed to be very interested in something in the mage's general direction. Had it detected him?! He kept quiet for the time being and remained pressed against the chimney stack with only part of his head poking out to watch the scene in the street below. It was impossible to hide from an Alpha, but perhaps it was still detecting the spell he had cast earlier? The fire still roared from the building down the end of the street in with Taru stood, but the arcane essence from that spell would surely have vanished by now. Or could it somehow feel the presence that the Sun Stone was emitting? Within an instant, someone had called an order to kill the Shaven Headed Man in the street below and within the next instant, two of the Emperor's men were defeated, a couple flashes of steel from the Shaven Headed Man meeting their targets with such speed and accuracy that some of the stories told about him. Incredible... But it was still six on one and in the heat of the moment, one of the crossbowmen had brought their weapon up and had taken aim at the Shaven Headed Man. The 'twang' of the bolt firing from the crossbow was quickly drowned out by the ever increasing sound of flames getting closer and closer. There was metallic 'ping' and the roar of flames as a fireball from the mage thwacked the bolt away from Taru the Unkillable, casting embers a few feet across the street that died out almost immediately. The wooden and metal clatter of the bolt was heard tumbling against the cobblestone floor closer to the tavern. The mage however ducked back behind the chimney stack and prayed he'd not been noticed. He has already gotten himself into enough trouble for one evening...