[center][h1][color=92278f]Fendren Thraas[/color][/h1][/center]

	Agartha... This city reeked, the stench of magic was permeating throughout, and so this was to be the next battlefield. Fendren knew that there were many mages here that would be unable to bear the idea of hiding their cruel talents, they would throw lights and flame, float and chant, the more that he thought about this the angrier he became. The snow that fell was cold so Fendren pulled the hood of his dark cloak over his head and sank into it a bit further, as he walked the main thoroughfare he watched for any sign of magic, a street trick, a small display anything to give away a mage apart from just a robe wearing idiot.
	This city was bustling and Fendren was starting to become overwhelmed, there were people chatting in every doorway and many of them looked normal, they always look normal, but he had to be vigilant. This was when he saw it, a man in a gaudy purple robe and cloak, the man set his hand over a small firepit and cast a spell lighting it aflame, a couple of people, seemingly poorer folk, huddling around the flame thanking the man vehemently. Fendren had to bite back sympathy, this mage tends to the poor today, tomorrow he enslaves them, this was his target. Fendren ducked into a nearby alley, he hope to keep a distance, he needed a clear shot with minimal witnesses, a higher vantage wouldn't hurt either, his time with Duncan had taught him well and he would serve Duncans purpose.