[center][h2][color=ed145b]Cyril Parjure[/color][/h2][hr][sub][b]Location::[/b] Robinsend
[b]Interacting With:: Illedrith ([@Lord SawSaw2])[/b][/sub][hr][/center]

	Cyril kept a smile formed on his face, giving a rather shallow nod as he eyed the older fellow; the crisp air was a bit sharp, but it didn't really bother the magi as he took one step forward. The clockworks were already cranking in the back of his mind, a blink becoming no more than a pendulum swing as his eyes shifted from one part of the tiered town to the next.

	The village had all the basic assortments, ranging from meat or vegetables being sold at your usual market stalls with a few colorful emporiums sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the others. The minstrels eyes were unusually focused on the trinkets and doodads at these stands or seemingly conspicuous shops which had a rather large dosage of people gathered around them.

	Suddenly, that grin he was brandishing earlier began to change and unfurl into a frown as he unblinkingly glared at the shops. Some look acceptably trusting whilst others looked to be thrown up over night despite how "uppity" and "professional" the stand looked. Nothing more than a footnote for who to avoid when investigating the premise, especially since they were just trying to cash in for some quick gems.

	There really wasn't anything else to note of other than how one portion of the town appeared unfinished, so without anything else to observe and analyze, he went on with the rest of the group. There were a few things settling within the confines of his mind, things the mayor spoke about; caused him to obscure his lips with a curled finger as he frowned. His eyes changed between each group member rather briskly before settling back on the old man.

	The mayor spoke about lodgings below, but something nagged at him that this wasn't the type of [i]"dragon"[/i] that spewed out copious amounts of fire to the point where a wildfire would look like the embers of a dying flame, oh no. Despite this, he gave a shallow nod to the man, arranging the pieces of a puzzle in his head, searching for the parts that were missing from the mix. Lightly tapping his lips, he his ears perked up at the sound of him preparing to answer his and Ceri's questions. His eyes focused hard on the man once he said those words "to answer their questions," not daring to take them off him for even a second.

	Despite the words he spoke over the [i]"dragon"[/i] lacking attack patterns, there was something the man said earlier that lent some credence to there being a pattern, as jumbled was it was - it went for the food stock, seemingly acting as if it was nothing more than an animal. While peculiar, hm...

	The next two answers he gave were pretty good, in regards to how long this has been going on, as well as the groups disappearing without a trace in the next few days. While the latter portion shot a sharp shiver through his spine, he nevertheless maintained his composure. A month ago, exclusively attack their farm animals, and the facet that every group who came here vanished into thin air...

	Even if it was a month ago, dragons were monstrous beings that could possibly topple any sort of infrastructure in the blink of an eye without the work of people coordinating to bring it down. Cyril softly tapped his lips, gazing over at the door for a moment, recalling the structures outside; wouldn't even be a footnote if the [i]"dragon"[/i] decided to bring this whole place down.

	So why a month?

	Moreover there were other questions floating around in his head, one more macabre than the others that would be saved for when after Mis was finished with her own. He smiled a bit, affirming with a spirited nod, despite his rather worn out appearance. As their fearless leader continued to chat, Cyril was already at work, preparing for the next day as he discreetly formed two small, separate pieces of red string in his right hand.

	Fibers extended from his fingertips, thin and nearly invisible to the common observer, bending inwards to grasp at one of the red pieces, gingery tying it around his ring finger. Flexing his fingers, he steadily drifted towards Mis, looking almost ready to pounce on her like a panther to its prey until suddenly both of his hands lunged at one of Illedrith's plated gauntlets.

	[color=ed145b]"Weeeeelll, looks like I know who I'm grouping up with tomorrow,"[/color] he said with a large catlike grin, looking down at the redheaded knightess as he quickly weaved his way through her hands, no different than an expert craftsman or weaver who measured someone for clothes or armor. Despite his actions, his voice was more matter-of-fact; Cyril's eyes also betrayed a sense of business as there was no twinkle in his eyes - only humorless, dull rubies rested in their sockets.

	[color=ed145b][i]"Alright, so Illedrith,"[/i][/color] the sound of Cyril's voice penetrated the woman's head as he finished tying the knot. [color=ed145b][i]"Gonna be frank when I say this, but I highly doubt that there is any sort of dragon based on what I've picked up. Dragons are usually powerful creatures and when you study the town, as well as compare the time when these attacks started, then this town would of been reduced to nothing but ruins long ago."[/i][/color]

	Chuckling, he backed away from the lady, giving her a small wink as he took his place at the mirror knight's side, placing a hand on his hip as he brightly beamed at the mayor. [color=ed145b][i]"I have a few more questions for the mayor, so when he's done showing us our lodgings, I'll head back here and give you updates as things go along. Moreover, I'll start preparing more copies of me; I know its our first day here, but considering those other groups, well... mmm, try to stay on guard..."

	"... ah and one more thing - could you talk to Kage and explain to me her abilities? I've only heard she can 'command the shadows' or something, but she... absolutely refuses to interact with me... Honestly,  the way she acts makes me feel like I'm some sort of contaminated individual; rather irritating, consider the mission we're on,"[/i][/color] his shoulders weakly slumped as he tilted his head to briefly look over at Mis.

	[color=ed145b][i]"I understand that's more of a 'me' problem, but communication between all of us is crucial for the success of the mission... that and the fact that it's best to have an idea for our groups, so yeah."[/i][/color]