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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: The Castle walking to his home[/color][/center]
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Riots were annoying business, Rhys noted with some disdain. He had slept through most of them, seeing no reason to monitor such things. Though he did hear a good bit of news from his tenants as they worried and wagged their tongues in speculations. The Winking Duck Tavern was in flames- or had been. A shame if the wizard ever noted one. Though his feelings were more for the tavern than those who died from the blaze. Leaning against the wall of his home, Rhys gave a dark chuckle at the thought of the mob being so stirred they were tossing their targets through windows. Had he been more able, the Rogue Wizard would have been in the midst working subtle magyks to make the mob set torch to the poor sods. Better though, that he was holed up in his home for the time being.

But that was not to say he was idle. He had managed to get a bit of work done via the way of scooping up a young lad going by Boy 784. With Tom within the prison scratching out 'Esren made me do it', Rhys had also attempted to ease the poor lad's suffering. He would need a Wizard to aid him after all. Managing to clean the boy's ragged nails and wrap him in a straight jacket he had conjured from magyk lest the lad do more harm to himself. Running a hand through his reddish brown hair the man studied Boy 784 having hauled the lad into his home and thrust a make shift soup into the boy's hands. [color=Gold]"Lad's suffering from some darke magyk, I'm working on dispelling it."[/color] The rogue wizard roughly informed his charge. While a smile would do nothing to comfort this boy, a rough yet caring demeanor would help.[color=Gold]"Won't do calling yourself some number in these times lad. Can't go calling yourself lad either."[/color] Rhys fully expected the humor to be lost on the boy. 

Running his hand over the tools of his trade he studied the boy with sharp eyes. Not hiding the fact he was not exactly lawful nor a man who was dangerous in his own right. Rather Rhys hoped this openness with the familiar setting of ruthlessness would put the Young Army boy at ease. Taking a set of pliers, the rogue set about making a mixture that would make those who ingested it or worked it into their blood stream quite ill. The bubbling of the solution filling the small loft of his 'home'. [color=Gold]"I'd appreciate it if you mind your manners, boy, and not go mentioning this home of mine to others. Or myself for that matter."[/color] He had been keeping a carefully eye on the lad and the doors and windows were barred shut with magykal locks. More of his habit than to keep the boy in. Giving a growl at the potion, he tilted his head as he studied the lad who he had dumped on his bed. [color=Gold]"Severus."[/color] The green eyed wizard noted with a chuckle. [color=Gold]"Call yourself that, lest you remember your name from before they snatched you?"[/color] 

Waving a hand to dismiss the answer, the Rogue Wizard studied the boy- Severus- with a thoughtful look. [color=Gold]"No, don't tell me unless you truly wish to. I won't force it out of you. Rather I have an option for you, what with this rioting mob looking for you and your friends."[/color] Oh, the chance was too good to pass up and better yet? He wouldn't do it like those fools did! Let the younglings be innocent and not become hardened soldiers! Not unless they had a knack. Rather they would be better eyes and ears than an army. A flock of birds to twitter to the hand with bread. And whose hand would be better than his? Rhys was careful to keep this from his face as he frowned at the potion, adjusting a bit of this and that as it distilled correctly. [color=Gold]"I'm looking for an apprentice or two. It'll keep you from that riot. It's not safe, I won't lie on that. But I'll feed you, make sure you get clean clothes, treatment if your ill, protect you best I can. Just follow my instructions and, hell lad, you could stop it and make a decent living like a honest folk. Only thing I ask is that you keep your ears sharp for me."[/color] Studying the boy, Rhys watched for any give away. Any desire that he might play upon. [color=Gold]"Listening gets you a lot more than mindlessly following orders. Ferreting out answers as well."[/color] It was a dangerous game, but Rhys was feeling better.