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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: His home[/color][/center]
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Rhys looked about him at the adoring crowds and the lack of resistance as he approached the Wizard's Tower. He truly thought it would be harder than this, but then again- wedddings. They did have a habit of making people weak about the knees and eager for the joy in life. Rose coloured lenses over everything, and all that rubbish. If Rhys were to marry it would be for advantage, not that he was planning on getting married. The thought of that made the Rouge Wizard want to go scrub himself. Celebratory? Oh that would not suit him at all.

A shop caught his eye, as the plain man walked past. Esmeralda... Oh, she wasn't any sort of perfect. Though she was a decent hand at divination and better in the bed. Still- something, anything that might help the boy. Giving a shrug, he moved into the door, looking about at the all too familiar interior. It appeared her tastes still ran true. While their parting and tryst had been short lived and a single night ended in a string of curses- both literal and not- Rhys felt he was comfortable enough in his disguise to enter. After all, who was the better wizard here? She did paltry divinations. He ruled the roost, and strutted about to prove it. His hands in his trousers pockets, his shoulders slumped as he tried to look dejected. A plain average face. A man love lorn and lost. Wanting some hope in his future. Or so the Wizard tried to appear.

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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=Lavender]Location: Infirmity[/color][/center]
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Skaoi looked over the patients as she scratched out notes in her careful penmanship, a trait honed in her youth. While she could do little to actually heal them with physik skills or her own powers, Skaoi was able to heed the lesson that was written on the pages of her notes. This disease was targeting magykal users some how. No one who did not have magyk had been infect, or rather at risk. Her frown was something of a stern grimace as she studied the figurative writing on the wall. A writing in the blood and lives of magykal users it appeared.

Tucking a blanket about Becky's shoulders, the pale woman sighed in the sad fact that magykal activity would be stopped most likely for a time. A troublesome thing, but one she saw as necessary. Burning Fever, Sleeping Death. She needed to look into it more, but how? Skaoi feared to leave her patient, to return to corpses. To return to folk trapped within their own dreams and bodies... It unnerved her. Setting about tending to the ill, she quickly jotted down the new discoveries for Becky to look over when the woman woke.