[h2]Kalla[/h2]

"This place was a lot easier to find during the day," Sev grumbled as he glanced down another side street that went nowhere. Using illusions to stop others from keeping track of him was one thing, but it also sometimes resulted in him getting lost himself. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, half the reason he came to this town was to get lost, but when he actually knew where he wanted to go it could be annoying. That Isoli had said something about using magic, right? To be honest Sev hadn't paid much attention to what she said, first he was... enjoying her presence behind his illusory eyes and later he had left as she was talking.

"Hey!" someone shouted from behind him, prompting Sev to turn around to see a pair of injured bandits, or rebels or whatever they were, approaching him. The lead bandit pointed at Sev, "he looks like easier prey than that chick."

"I don't know," his companion replied, "there's blood on his spear."

"Did you two happen to run away from town square? I believe there was an Isoli in a short dress and a man the size of a small bear," Sev asked, apparently unconcerned.

"Let's just deal with him and get out of here," the first bandit said, charging forward brandishing a worn saber. Sev sighed, pointed the tip of his spear at the man and chanted something under his breath. A series of burning red runes burst into existence around the short blade at the weapon's tip. The charging man's eyes went wide just as a ball of fire shot from the weapon and struck him in the chest.

"Uhg, why did I pick fire, in this climate," Sev groaned as the burning rebel screamed and ran around in panic. He made eye contact with the other bandit who, after a moment, turned and ran. The Sylve warrior mage sent a barrage of icicles after him with another spell, but at range his aim wasn't good enough to get a solid hit, and simply shattered against brick buildings or buried themselves in the ground. With a shrug Sev stepped around the now prone, and smoldering, man and followed the pair's tracks backwards.

In short order he finally found the town square, and was a little disappointed the lady had finished off all the other bandits, he had been looking forward to swooping in to save her. He briefly considered covering his spear with the staff illusion again, but he was already running a bit low on mana, probably being around half. And if the next day promised as much violence as the night had he'd need every drop.

"We're probably dealing with rebels," Sev called out towards Maeve as he came to a decision, walking into the bloody square with his spear still on display, "said something about an emperor of greed, mean anything to you?"