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Numair sighed at the sound of a scream. His right hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his rapier. Spinning to face a new danger, his sword was already half-drawn before he saw that the only threat was his travelling companions. [color=DE00FF]"Butt knuckle."[/color] Numair al-Din swore under his breath. He agreed to join this travelling group because he thought they were good people, but now he found one of them crippling children. At least now the other two were seeming to help out. Numair was torn. By oath, he should go over, but he knew if he went over to help, he would just be getting in the way. There was also the fact that he wasn't sure which of the group possessed what magic. If he went over and found out which member had crippled the boy, he would be oath-bound to take action. He swore again as he turned to continue on his way to the tavern. 

As he walked, his mind went back to his training and time at The Obelisk Of Stresior. 
[indent]The muffled sounds of wooden swords clashing against wooden swords, steel armour and flesh could be heard in the learning hall as a young Numair sat listening to his lessons. Mokci strode backwards and forwards across the front of the learning hall. [color=7B68EE]"As a knight of the Order, your first duty is to protect the innocent."[/color] Numair nodded. He wanted to help people. [color=7B68EE]"Those that harm the innocent should not be spared your wrath. Of course, you should be a good person, but there are certain things you are oath-bound to avenge."[/color] Numair was confused. Only twelve, he was still fairly naive about the world as a whole. [color=DE00FF]"Like what?"[/color] Mokci chuckled at the question. He admired the boy's naivety. It was a nice change of pace. Though he knew it wouldn't last long. [color=7B68EE]"Only the truly despicable. I will explain another time. For now, how would you like to learn some magic?"[/color] Numair stood up and nodded enthusiastically.[/indent] 
His mind coming back to the present. [color=DE00FF]"Only the truly despicable."[/color] He muttered under his breath. Crippling an innocent boy sure fit that description. Such a pure soul. Such potential. Snuffed out by one of his travelling companions. Something he would have to keep in mind. Something he planned on resolving in town, with the local authorities to back him up.