[h1][center][color=Dodgerblue]Lazulin Mulciber[/color][/center][/h1][hr][center][i]• The Eoldysseus, Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis •[/i][/center][hr]

[color=dodgerblue]*Yawn*[/color]

The downside of tailing soon drew it's ugly head upon Lazulin, his riveting game of solataire seemed on the verge of putting him to sleep. With a muttered curse, he shuffled the cards back together before putting them away in his pack. With a groan, he rose from his seat(much to the combined protest and relief of his body and muscles), taking a moment to stretch out the kinks from his prolonged period of near inaction. Incidentally, as he chose to rise up, he noticed the sound of some commotion from the next railway car over. Curious, he started to make his way towards it but quickly decided against it, not wanting to draw undue attention to himself by getting involved. Instead, he made his way to the upper decks of the barge, taking a moment to breathe in the welcome freshness of the air around him.

Though this moment was quickly ruined by the churning of passing wind sending his long silverly locks to flutter madly into his face. After a few minute or so getting that into a much less irritating(if hastily done) ponytail, he'd turned to look at the growing commotion that seemed to becoming form his right. Apparently, whatever commotion had been going on had spread, much to his chargin. Seemed to be a confrontation between a young blonde-haired youth and a similar-looking man, the latter's reaction to being punched in the face by the former being to hug him.

[i][color=Dodgerblue]. . . odd.[/color][/i]

Odder still was the action of the woman that seemed to follow the sun-haired youth from below, saying a few words to the older man that Lazulin was too far away to catch, though he couldn't miss her next course of action. Something must've startled the woman, as she quickly drew her sabre, which suddenly seemed to shimmer with heat along the edge. A jumpiness and action that seemed more inline with a woman on the run from the order whose colors she bore. As interesting as this incident had just become, it had also become that much more precarious for him. For a possibly rogue Inquistor to reveal her magic must mean she had confirmed the danger, right? In which case, Laz's plan had fallen rather quickly to shambles before it had began and his chances of capture sky-rocketed.  But instead of losing his cool, he simply readied himself for action, feeling for the reserves of magical energy with in him, ready to unleash it if need be.