[center][h1][i][b][color=A52A2A]Dremmick Valswei[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center]
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	Dremmick felt as if he had gone from the frying pan and into the fire. This Mirror character, one that he has heard of being the leader of the Aion during his time embedded in the Therosi, was now keeping his gaze set on him. Although Dremmick saved those seraphim to try to secure a quick way out of Nero, helping the seraphim did still feel like the right thing to do at the time. Avalon seemed to really appreciate his help, something that didn't really happen among Therosi assassins, nobody really cared. He couldn't blame them from wanting to break away from their slavery where a people used there blood for their preferred beverage. He recalled his Nayu mother's disgust with the act, which surprised most people on the road. Dremmick was still aware that he was not welcome here should they know what he is. The people of Vrondi tended not to take kindly to dragon folk, Nayu, and especially something as vile as necromancy, even if it was used to heal a number of seraphim, which looking back on it now, he hope that he could get away before one of those higher up healers could sense any remnants of his magic. Dremmick's hood and muffler kept most of his face hidden as he begrudgingly followed Mirror. There was no running from here without being noticed and it drove him mad.

	Mirror suspected something as he made it apparent earlier. The mission was supposed to be a secret, yes, and really it was a gamble that Dremmick took based on previous raid locations and importance of auction items at that banquet. He went to the bar alongside the man, but he refused to drink any alcohol, waving his hand as Mirror requested it. [color=A52A2A]"Water is fine for me, maybe another time."[/color] Dremmick wasn't much for drinking. Sure, he would do it occasionally, though not heavily, but normally he finds himself needing to keep his wits about him as much as possible, and a state of intoxication with his magic types could be devastating even to himself. Not to mention he had been on the road, so some fresh water actually did sound refreshing to him right about now.

	Dremmick looked at Mirror as he smirked, which was returned with an unseen raised eyebrow. Dremmick saw that the best coarse of action was to be cordial for now and go along with this. He went and sat at the table, intrigued with whatever this argument was over the young Nayu girl they had brought back. However, what caught his eye shortly after, was the tyro girl causing a bit of an uproar not to far from them at another table. [color=A52A2A]'Great, now the freakin' dragon hunting [i]race[/i] is here. I might have done better just casting my lot in Nero,'[/color] he thought bitterly. Though he didn't speak and his face was fairly covered, his body posture may have showed that he really just didn't want to be here. If you could sit in an annoyed way, Dremmick was doing just that. Dremmick started scanning the room, looking for potential ways out in the case that he was going to have to book it or fight his way out of here.Unfortunately, if he was in the capital, to leave he would have a long fight ahead of him and have to stay low. But Sol people were hard to maneuver around with their abilities to see into the mind.