[center][h3][u]Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 11:03 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	The line of archers braced themselves as the wind sped towards them. Some lost their footing and tumbled back a few feet. Two remained study with their arms covering their face as the winds died down.

	"No good [b]Bart,[/b]" one man noted, "That's some [i]serious[/i] elemental force. Is he the captain?" 

	"I don't give a shit. There ain't a captain alive capable of blockin' [i]this thing.[/i]" Bart grunted, throwing his crossbow aside angrily moments before drawing the strange artifact from his back. It looked almost like a glass tube with a sharpened tip, like a [i]rapier[/i] of sorts. But he wielded it like a crossbow, holding the shaft while threading two fingers through the loop at his base.

	Blake's good ear twitched, and he turned around as Rem jumped above him. This guy wasn't any normal knight. Was it the Captain of the crew? He didn't particularly care. The end result would be the same. As Rem's staff came down, Blake hefted his hammer's pole into its path and blocked the strike, sliding backwards slightly on two shards of wood, towards the crack he'd made in the caravan's roof. He shifted his left leg and heaved forward with a great deal of force, motioning to push Rem straight back the way he came.

	"Get outta' here!" He shouted. The amount of strength this man possessed with [i]phenomenal[/i]. His size was one thing, but the way he moved was completely indicative of some form of soul magic.

[center][h3][u]Northern Marrenfall, Gybol's Cafe[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 11:07 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Richard listened with a gradually disappearing smile as Gybol recounted how he acquired the amulet, while slowly placing both his hands on the table again. He leaned forward, lowering his eyes to the counter top. It was heavy to have affirmation of Jakob's demise, even if he didn't fully believe it at first. There weren't many people capable of killing him in the world, and he wasn't one to wander the wilds alone. What did him in? Was it even him? Richard sighed and nodded to himself quietly, but he wasn't finished there.

	"I don't suppose you're willing to bargain for knowledge on the whereabouts of his body?" He offered, "I may not look it, but I am a [i]powerful man[/i] in some cities." He reached for his belongings and set himself as ready to depart. "All I need is a few moments to collect the bones and investigate the place of death. I can promise you that my knowledge will remain mine."