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	Dremmick tried to move out of the way of the splinters, though there were a lot and he still got hit by a good bit, even thought they didn't do anything. But this woman, whoever she was, seemed to be just as incompetent as everyone in this 'alliance'. She just....let her go...Because she she didn't [i]think[/i] the spy was a threat? If that wasn't the most naive thing Dremmick has ever heard. [color=A52A2A]"No. She fled because she has something to hide. Just because she didn't strike now doesn't mean she won't later.....We'll be seeing her again, ...dammit all,"[/color] He cursed as he turned as he walked off back towards the inn, visibly irritated. This was starting to look all too familiar, and it was leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

	It was a little while after he settled in that he felt a huge surge of energy, reminiscent to that of the healing magic that Ami used earlier, but a lot more powerful, however, he could feel. He shook his head. Why would they go through all this trouble here and now. they aren't even close to their objective, they are using their powers everywhere to the point of burning out, Mason collapsed from God knows what, and now there is someone spying on them. If they weren't more careful,they would be dead before they even reached so much as looked at the hammer.


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	Allard was surprised by the explosion, but reacted quickly to the falling tree. When it tipped over, Allard caught it in his arms, and then carried it over to the side of the road, out of the way. [color=9ACD32]"A dragonling and fire magic, huh?"[/color] Allard said as he walked back to Nailah, Dremmick was already walking away, irritated. Allard ignored him and continued talking, crossing his large arms in thought. [color=9ACD32]"Don't see dragonlings too often, especially hanging around what is presumably a Tyro, given Fotia's past in dragon slaying. She must have found it and took it in. She may be an outcast of sorts, maybe? We don't know her motives or goals, so it may still be best to practice caution."[/color] He said with slight shrug. It was all speculation, nothing concrete of coarse. [color=9ACD32]"Anyway, there are only a few other people to meet, they should be near the medical center I believe."[/color]

	On the way there, Allard felt Ami's surge of healing energy envelope him, the air seemed thick with it's power. [color=9ACD32]"What's this?"[/color] he said, confused. It felt like he had a new spring to his step. But more than that, he could feel a twitching at his back, that he hadn't felt in a long time. [color=9ACD32]"I-impossible! My wings! I can feel them!"[/color] He had the face of utter amazement. He concentrated on the powerful muscles in his wing. While healing, they haven't been used in so long, it took a bit of convincing. Suddenly his huge wigs erupted into an enormous wingspan that he had to turn to face perpendicular to the street to keep from hitting the buildings on either side. The muscles in the wings were greater than than of his arms, the wings themselves unlike others were a trifold style, allowing him to be able to fold them in at his size. The intense wind pressure from them opening sent a huge gust of wind out from around him. The wingspan was nearly forty feet from the tip of his wing to the other. Allard was belting out in a joyful fit of laughter, moving them experimentally out and in, though he wasn't giving it enough to lift him off the ground, it still causes quite a still of wind around him. He looked down to Nailah with a huge smile. [color=9ACD32]"How would you like to take a shortcut?"[/color] essentially asking if she wanted to fly there.

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	As Shye wove her way through the woods, she couldn't help but think about how that one woman was able to sneak up on her, even Nix for that matter. She finally came to a stop, feeling like she had put enough distance between them to slow down. Nix had his claws dug a little in her shoulder that time to hold on. While it smarted, it was nothing serious, and once the dragonling found out everything was ok again, it went back to its normal self, content to sit on her shoulder. She pet it while she walked. There was no way to stay in town tonight it would seem, not in the conventional way of staying at the inn anyways. While the woman didn't see her face, she saw Nix, and her power type, which means the only to be around them would be to leave behind her cloak and Nix, but she knew she couldn't leave the young dragon to fend for itself. If it wasn't for that Sophia, she would have never been noticed. That dragon was far more powerful than could deal with should they call her back. So first thing she had to do, was retrieve that scale, which was on her first main target. With a solemn face, she pet the young dragon on her shoulder. This was the first time in a long time that she wasn't sure if she could complete this mission, and to be honest, the consequences of failure terrified her more than death.