[center][color=1b1464][h2]Dion[/h2][/color][/center]

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Dion sighed and made his way through the main square. There was a lot going on but it was slowly dying down. He watched the crowd a bit before heading to the bar using a side street. Always something to do there. It was only on his way there that something seemed off to him. Whether it was his power trying to reach out to him, something made his skin crawl. His hand moved instinctively to where he would usually have his sword on him, grasping at empty air. He scanned the area, noting that nothing was out of place as far as he could see. Unable to use his powers to their full extent, he drew upon Perth's silence as he relied on his training, turning down a side street and flattening himself against the wall when he heard the voices. Both were male, and he caught something that made him swallow harshly, inching back away from them. The DRM. Dion didn't need his power to know something was up. They were recruiting. Just like Edmond Grandure.

Dion listened more carefully, barely breathing as he heard them stop talking, he waited a bit before peeking and seeing them gone he relaxed a bit. That was close... Making his way to Wit's End, taking the main streets there. He was able to pick up on the sounds of the tapping cane as he got close. He would soon see one of the two mysterious voices he heard in the alleyway. Dion sighed and calmed himself. He wasn't without his own defenses.