[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev[/color][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7abab444934e1f8f30e883bdad0f71a0/tumblr_nrisnnDhEA1rmcs4lo6_500.gif[/img]
[hr][b][color=9e005d]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus - Tent City
[b][color=9e005d]Skills:[/color][/b] Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive) [hr][/center]

	Ahhh all good things come to an end. Since Vlad was ending his loud 'speaking' around the local, it seems Constantin wouldn't be able to enjoy it any longer. He had just about thrown a last look at tanlink...ehh talnink ahh... Talink! What a weird name, Constantin finally realized. It was such a mouthful to say to him and even harder to remember. He was used to the eastern names and naming sense. Crazy westerners and their weird westerner names at times.

	He was just about to go about his business and help his folk with getting their tent and luggage in order when yet another vision struck him. What a weird day this was turning out to be sometimes there were visions none at all sometimes there were many. A second one so soon was rather not as usual. He steadied himself as the information flooded him. Tiger, hooves, feeling of haste and a green flag with a stag.

	[color=9e005d]"I svear they should give me a compass that points to her already..."[/color] Constantin mumbled with a tired sigh, putting the images in his head in order to know what to report to Vlad. Then he bolted after Vlad who was moving away in search of Vladish things.[color=9e005d]" Vlad, Vlad, I've had another vision! Green flag vith a Stag!" [/color]The firewalker called loudly in a circus fashion so to be sure the man hears him.