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

	Fendren looked outside the shop and couldn't see the man anymore, he must have moved on, the longer he waits the harder he will be to track. Fendren was too preoccupied by his thoughts to notice the young woman come up to him and introduce herself as the 'bestest witch' around, an idea that could have made him laugh but almost cute.

[color=92278f]"I'm afraid I was merely taking refuge a moment. There was a commotion, I didn't want to be involved, besides, potions do nothing for me."[/color]

	Fendren looked around, there were many potions around and they were of all kinds. Fendren once could drink them and benefit from the effect, and for a moment he lingered in the memory, before he looked back to the woman. This woman introduced herself as a witch, a mage, yet another that defies the order. Fendren was unsure of this one though, she was still young, could she be saved from this fate? No, there was no room for doubt, she would become a target just like the rest, just not yet, not here.

[color=92278f]"I should be going, I have business elsewhere."[/color]

	As Fendren spoke, he could feel his anger welling, his runic scars glowing with his own inherent energy, too many witnesses, he was unable to get the advantage, he still had surprise as long as he keeps his cool, but this was not an easy task.

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