[color=00aeef]Ars Argento[/color]

Ars couldn't help but feel guilty upon seeing the rabbits fleeing in terror. Maybe his idea was too harsh after all? They were just rabbits after all... He cut the flow of magic to the fireball, and it disappeared without a trace. "[color=00aeef][b]A request is a request... Still, I would not wish 'Terror of Rabbits' as an adventurer moniker...[/b][/color]" The boy muttered to himself, while taking a last look around the farm. Maybe he should after all volunteer for something more exciting next time.

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After his rather mundane earlier task, Ars wasn't initially expecting to find anything noteworthy on his patrol of the abandoned side of town. He had, however, never roamed these streets of Boreal Port so late into the night. This eerie atmosphere did make his imagination run wild. Maybe it was okay to hope? Would he stumble upon a ghost of a victim of Agharst's pillaging? Maybe find a secret, forgotten passageway from the times of the Varjo occupation? If he found such a thing, he would be so happy.

The boy was considering whether or not to call the job done when he was drawn to the sound of a fight. Ars saw two men fighting, for some reason. He did not really want to have anything to do with that, but stopping fights probably counted under "Keeping the peace". Still, he wondered how capable he would be at stopping two people fighting. The boy briefly entertained the idea of doing the same thing he did with the rabbits, but decided against risking hurting someone. Rather, it was probably better to just talk this out. From a somewhat safe distance, Ars shouted at the two. "[color=00aeef][b]Cease this unlawful behavior immediately![/b][/color]" He raised his staff, ready to cast a spell while trying to look about as intimidating as he could. Maybe they would mistake him for a powerful magician before he actually needed to use magic on them.

[@PaulHaynek]