[h2]Kalla[/h2]

After his meeting with Jeevak Sev wandered the town at random for a time, until the desert heat became unbearable. Retreating into the shade of a seemingly abandoned building he allowed himself to cool for a while before beginning to practice with his spear. Slowly at first he moved through the various stances and forms he’d been taught while in the military.

As he did his thoughts returned to the Scar, where he’d been born and lived much of his life. His parents had obviously felt like they were a member of the people who called the scar home, but Sev felt no similar attachment. Perhaps it was the constant fear he’d felt as a bearer of cursed blood. He couldn’t remember how many times he’d gotten close to being discovered the few times he was caught by the guard, or after he was conscripted. Maybe it was how he’d been forced to serve those who would have strung him up the moment they found out what he really was. Other than his parents he’d never trusted anyone with the knowledge of what he was, and until Jeevak showed up no one else knew.

Everyone else seemed to have a ‘land’ or ‘people,’ Meave had her ice kingdom to the south, Allard clearly loved his town and inn. Jeevak was driven by the desire to create his own land for his own people. Was having a group to be a part of so tempting?

Sev was drawn back to the present as his wind magic blasted the wall of the building in which he hid from the sun. His gift of air had responded to his agitated thoughts and lashed out as he completed a spear set, leaving a set of cracks in the clay wall. He took a deep breath and shook the confusing thoughts from his mind. Instead he wondered if Meave found the bread he left for her, he didn’t have many ingredients but managed a decent flat bread that went well with the smoke meats he’d found in the kitchen.

He needed something to take his mind off the conversation with Jeevak and Meave might be just the thing. At least, that’s what he thought as he left the building only to hear bells and calls of an approaching ship. More bandits? No, the cries didn’t sound panicked, they sounded joyous. Perhaps that team out finding the missing women had returned.

With another deep breath he made his way towards the bells, his relaxed grin and cheerful look started out fake, but by the time he reached where everyone was gathering he felt much better. With his spear once again hidden under the illusion of a basic staff he watched the approaching ships, eager to see what characters were among the so called scout party.