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[center][color=6ecff6][h3][u]Winton[/u][/h3][/color][/center]

The first thing Mikhail felt when the group arrived in Winton was a strange feeling in the air. People weren't just going on their business as they would normally... Or perhaps walking in a hurried pace with vigilant and alert eyes was 'normal' to that city. Nonetheless, it was obvious that the people weren't calm and tranquil, almost as if there was something [i]more[/i] for them to worry themselves about other than their daily lives. Despite all that, the hostess that greeted them as they entered in the small inn near the edge of town had a smile on her face and a gleeful tone as she showed them the vacant rooms.

Seeing as they were quite a large group, it was a bit unavoidable for them to attract some attention as they walked through the town. For that reason, Mikhail didn't bother to disguise himself as much as he did back when he went to the other city, instead, he simply pulled his hood to cover his head and part of his face, as in to cover the things that would most definitely draw a LOT of attention if anyone saw... Both his hair and his ears. There were a few... worrying situations as in they almost ended up attracting the type of attention they didn't need, like when a few girls that wore fancy dresses felt a certain pull towards Fatima, as it was evident by their stare and whom they were looking at. Fortunately, it ended up being nothing more than a small event, without many repercussions, at least until now.

Inside the inn, Mikhail was inside Faeril's room. Now that she had rested enough to use her powers again without much danger, she was going to continue Mikhail's treatment. After asking for Thom to get some ale from the innkeeper, Faeril continued the treatment. The first spell she had done when Mikhail had met her way back in her eyrie did help a lot, but it's effects were starting to get weaker and weaker, as it became evident by what happened a few days ago in the camp. All this time, Mikhail had been doing his best to keep his mind occupied and avoid thinking in anything that could trigger a response from his 'dormant' memories, as he felt that, despite Faeril's spell to dull them, they were still as sharp as ever, merely waiting until he gave a single step out of place in order to resurface once more.

[color=6ecff6]"You have my gratitude, Faeril."[/color] Mikhail replied to her as she said that it would take some time to fully heal then erase his memories.

[color=6ecff6]"As soon as they're completely gone, the better..."[/color] Mikhail said, slowly shaking his head.

[color=6ecff6]"There is nothing for me in them. They're from another life... Another me..."[/color] He said, muttering to himself as he stood up, bowing once more in gratitude towards Faeril. 

When he was about to get out though, Thom entered the room again, mentioning that it would be two silver marks for a small keg of ale. After Faeril gave him the money, she sent him again to the innkeeper.

[color=6ecff6]"He is a good boy. Eager to help and to learn. Honest, despite being a bit of a troublemaker."[/color] Mikhail said, with a discreet half-smile. He was indeed satisfied that the group had decided against killing or wiping the boy's mind. Not only the sight of both of them interacting with Fatima was a refreshing sight, but Mikhail was sure that they were going to be useful to the group in their own ways.