Caezel wandered through the forest, quite angry with the poor course of morning events but presenting a calm enough exterior. Not that anyone would notice - he walked far enough to be reasonably sure that he had thrown any scent that may have caught on to him.

He saw the border huts of Minora in the distance. It was indeed the only town he could honestly say he hadn't in some way gained infamy in the past few centuries; every so often in a border town a human corpse would be found in the morning. Not this town. He owned a small-scale business there for many years, uncontested - until a witch came along and began to steal business. It didn't help when the daughter took over it as well.

Thus he became a side competitor, losing his main customers to a mere human. Though he still had possession of a few exotics the witchlings hadn't gotten a hold of yet, not to mention spells from many centuries ago. Of course, he couldn't use all of them due to the risks involved.

He wouldn't mind draining the blood out of the witch had their competition not been as well known as it was, and Caezel would rather have a place he could call home for a while without suspicion and averse attention.

He approached the south side when he came upon a smell that over the course of the day had become all too familiar. He heard the music, a frightful noise to his ears, at the same time.

[i]Angel. Again.[/i] He put his hand on the short blade beneath his cloak. Of course, killing an angel wasn't that simple, and to have a fighting chance he would require a few things from home. Then there was the fact he didn't necessarily have to kill it. But it would be nice to get it to shut up.

Thoughts of killing it or [i]other[/i] measures evaporated when he saw it right in the central square with who he recognized as a rather sizable group of local children. [i]Yeah, not a great idea.[/i] He hadn't taken the locals for angel sympathizers. Indeed, he would have thought the angel had been booted by now. He doubted the locals would look kindly on killing in front of children. And he had a reputation to maintain, and that reputation didn't include brawling in the street. The matter irritated him. He couldn't [i]do[/i] anything he would have liked to. On a normal day he would feel more diplomatic, but normal days didn't see an angel, a fairy and a human wizard cross the border and come by a demon general that Caezel certainly wasn't inclined to meet.

He saw the witch Naya and felt his irritation grow. His anger was contained by his potion, thankfully, but the irritation went through all perceptible boundaries when he saw her walk away with angelic feathers.

He turned and walked out of town after the sight, going in the direction of his home to prepare for the angel's departure. He would make sure something went right... and he would do whatever was necessary.

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