[center][color=crimson][h2]Xandar Markov[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=crimson][center]Location: Carriage-> Main building -> Rat Nest[/center][/color]

Xandar had payed little attention to his surroundings while they were traveling, simply keeping to himself or sleeping for most of the ride. Most of the few days between the events that happened and today had been a blur, he helped pack up for the trip, trained, and slept pretty much the entire time. That fight had left him pretty exhausted, considering he was nursing an injury. And while it was getting better, he still didn't feel 100 percent. Still, he was plenty healthy to take on whatever they would stumble by on their journey. Or, at least, he hoped, otherwise this would be much more dire than he thought. 

Immediately upon stopping Xandar hopped out and went about to explore the town, not really trying to engage in conversation with the others. It wasn't important to him either way, and right now he needed to stretch his legs and try to find something to do. Keeping an Eyrien cooped up for hours, let alone days, was a tragedy waiting to happen. He was sure his job would just be to protect the others, as it always seemed to be, given his title anyways. Although at the current moment he didn't sense anybody near them, so this play would be relatively safe. However, there seemed to be an infestation of vermin, the poison kind, and this would be a great opportunity to blow off some steam and keep the others safe. 

After a bit of wandering around he approached a manor that reeked of death, and he knew immediately that this would be the place. It seemed whatever had happened in this town, this is where all these witches were killed. And those rat bastards most likely were holed up somewhere here, and with a bit of digging around his suspicions were confirmed. Upon reaching the cellar he lit his hand with witchfire, shining a bit of light on the subject to see a mass pile of bones, human or otherwise. Yup, this was most certainly the place. These things were a plague to the land, they helped nobody and spread disease and death wherever they went, feeding off of it. No purpose, except to be a burden. He would feel no remorse burning them all alive. 

After sending quite a bit of witchfire directly into the nest, the whole nest lit up like an inferno, bathing the cellar in light as the flames ate away at everything in it's path. Xandar immediately threw up a shield around the nest, controlling the flames, but more importantly, to keep the rats in. He knew shortly they would be trying to escape and see who was burning down their nest, and sure enough, dozens of those things started throwing themselves against his shield. They seemed more determined than he originally thought, and added some more strength to the shield, ensuring it wouldn't break. 

He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag of it as he watched the flames run rampant, melting flesh and bone off the creatures in seconds. It was a thrill, watching these things die by his hands, chaotic flames being such a destructive force. It was also beautful in a sense, the way it moved, the heat it gave off, the light it produced. Beautiful and deadly, the way to an Eyrien man's heart it seemed. He figured this would get rid of most of them, although there were probably a few stragglers outside the nest. Hopefully they would run off after seeing what happened to their nest, but if he had to go hunt down a few more it would give him something to do. Hunting animals for sport filled the time, however, nothing was a thrilling as taking a person's life, watching it fade from their eyes. These beasts were meaningless to him, and after watching the flames for a bit he turned around on his way to exit the manor.