[hr] [center][h1][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev [/color][/h1] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7abab444934e1f8f30e883bdad0f71a0/tumblr_nrisnnDhEA1rmcs4lo6_500.gif [/img] Location: The Tent City.[/center] [hr] Constantin nearly jumped from his bed into sitting position. [color=9e005d]“ Проклети дяволи...“ [/color]He mumbled cursing something... an idea per chance. Yes The devils... what was a devil? Who really knew in the end, but his mother always blamed them for everything so it seemed appropriate he picked it up. Well he viewed the concept as something evil and by whatever almighty power may be lurking out there, soulless were an evil existence. Maybe not by choice of their own always... He ran a hand across his face, recalling the nightmares and starting to curse once more... then a small smile ran across his face as he remembered the amusing aftermath of a burning Ryne. A hand right away reached to put the sabre in his belt. The small bucket of water was nearby as usual his mother always kept one to wash your face in the morning. Something about her upbringing made it so she was very good housekeeper. Given the night he just woke up from... he needed more than just washing his face, but couldn't exactly get that right away. Maybe tonight yeah... A commotion was at foot for him when he learned that Veta wasn't to be found![color=9e005d][i]' Damn girl!!! Why are you always causing troubles!!!'[/i][/color] He shouted in his mind, grabbing his coat right away to join the search, but froze in place.[color=9e005d]” Vhy be there mist nov of all times!”[/color] He growled in irritation. This would make finding her even more difficult. Then he remembered something they needed to cause very loud noise to attract her attention. Maybe a gun? Bazhooli![color=9e005d]” ДА!“[/color] He exclaimed to himself, heading in run towards The Great Bazhooli's tent. Be her still somewhere in the tent city or having wandered outside, he hoped she'd show up to see why there was a gunshot... if he could convince Bazhooli about it that is.