[h2]Sworn Souls Inn[/h2]

"Why, my lady, introducing myself is the least I can do," Sev replied with a confident smile, nimbly taking her hand in his and raising it to his mouth to give it a gentle kiss on the back of her knuckles, "I am Sevuid Chigi, renown mage and warrior."

Releasing her hand he finished with a bow of his own that, while decent did betray his less than noble heritage to those with a skilled eye. Straightening he reached out one hand behind himself and, with a flick of his wrist, his previously stationary staff flew to his hand with a slight gust of air, the still sweat stained hat rocking about atop the slender headpiece.

"Though my friends call me Sev," he finished with another grin at Maeve, "and, should it come to it, I hope to be your friend if we are required to fight side by side."

"And I agree," Sev commented when Maeve mentioned the weather, "had I better control over ice magics I might try to cool things down, but, alas, unless you wish to be pelted with icicles we'll just have to hope the night is a more refreshing temperature."

Retiring to his own room Sev nearly collapsed on the bed after traveling all day in the heat he was more than ready for some sleep of his own. He barely managed to remember to cast an air ward on the door to his room, which would create a loud snap if the door was opened without him disarming it first. It seemed like moments before the tolling of a bell, followed by shouting and screaming outside woke him from his slumber. Groaning the traveling warrior mage got to his feet, pulling on his hastily removed cloak and removing the ward from the door with a wave of his hand.

He half stumbled down the stairs, relying on his staff for balance, arriving at the tavern just in time to hear a meaty thunk and see the door shake as whoever had been trying to get in was killed.

"Uh, people these days," Sev grumbled, shaking himself awake and preparing several spells in his mind, "no manners whatsoever."

Undoing the bolt lock he stepped outside, and over the corpse of whoever had been trying to enter the Inn, Sev took in the battle taking place in the small town. The big barkeep had the majority of the bandits under control it seemed, judging by the bodies stacked up around him. Clearly whoever these bandits were didn't agree, however, as one wielding a short sword lunged at Sev, eager for what seemed like an easier target.

While Sev might not be the combat powerhouse of Allard, he wasn't a pushover by any means. He lifted his staff to parry the incoming attack, something the bandit was ready for, reversing his swing to avoid the block. It didn't help, however, as what seemed like an invisible blade of air sliced through his neck as his own sword passed through Sev harmlessly. The bandit collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck and gurgling in confusion as the Sylve almost calmly looked around for more enemies.

"Well, isn't this quite the predicament I've found myself in here," he sighed.

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Sev caused his image to remain stationary as he stepped back to avoid the attack, then used his bladed spear to cut the man's throat while his image was displaced and stationary, only to return to where his image had been standing and drop the illusion.
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