[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]  North of London (By means of Northwest Inner Wall)
[b][color=9e005d]Skills:[/color][/b] Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive) [hr][/center]

 	Rushing back towards where Vlad and co were, a few things happened that caught the firewalker's attention like a falcon a rabbit. First there was the rather weird feeling at his own suggesting mind you that they were splitting the circus. Still the best idea he could think of to cover all paths, but then there was the second thing that grabbed his attention. There was a gunshot that echoed. Constantin rooted himself to the spot he was mid run and just stared blankly as he realized it came from where The bazhooli was. He didn't really care about the German and the Talink fellows. Thus he then dashed madly over only to find a rather weird situation

	First there was a Thalken without a back of his head.[color=9e005d]” Vhat...!?”[/color] He mumbled in confusion studying the surroundings. Then he heard the booming voice of Vlad.[color=9e005d]” I got... permission and money...”[/color] He mumbled as Vlad gave the order for him to go grab a horse. From one task onto the next with nary a time to catch a breath, but that's how he was used to anyhow In the circus there was aways a job to do. 

	Constantin sighed in his mind as he had to rush back to grab a horse.[color=9e005d]” Right avay!”[/color] He answered and moved off to locate a horse. Of course he knew where to get the right horse for the job so he promptly did so. After all the Bazhooli had only given him five minutes. With great speed her picked the horse, moved by his family's wagon, picked his usual day to day essentials he usually carried and rushed back to where Bazhooli used to be.