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[sub][color=lightgray]Mentions:[/color] [@Yukitamas][@SSW][@Gracefully][/sub]
[sub][h3][color=lightgray]Location:[/color] District V - River Bank[/h3][/sub]
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A few hours was hardly time to get to know someone, but exchanging pleasantries was not why Rider was summoned here.

Now, under the fading sunlight, he and the man who served as his master moved through the Queen of the Danube. 

Find, hunt, kill. His mission wasn't much different now than it was a lifetime ago. The setting changed, and the participants yes, but otherwise this was something Rider was well accustomed to. Being assigned tasks from those weaker than himself, impossible feats that only he, a hero, could complete... and he would complete them. [i]Bellerophon[/i] was a man that did everything asked of him, and made it look easy too.

The only unfamiliarity now was the magus Lauchme, his master. The quest giver never accompanied him in the past. It was... well, maybe not the [i]only[/i] unfamiliarity. The vessel Rider assumed now was a bit different too. It came with restrictions. One of those being the lifeline between himself and his master. The reason the quest giver was coming along in the first place.

[color=violet]"Of course not."[/color]

His master spoke of waters and civilians, and Rider found he agreed. The man was weak of body but not of mind. Rider had noted that a little while ago. He watched Lauchme preform his magecraft, and the flare of sparks that followed soon after, scattering across the sky. After the display the air fell quiet. It wasn't the peaceful silence one could expect from winter, after all there were enemies about - and in no time creatures drawn to the display swooped in to investigate. With a flick of his arm a bow appeared in Rider's hands, and the familiars were dispatched. Simply, unceremoniously.

[color=violet]"They're expecting us. Shall we go?"[/color] He glanced at Lauchme, but it was clear on Rider's face that it was rhetorical question. Of course they would go. [color=violet]"Catch your breath. I can't protect you if you can't keep up."[/color]

The duo made their way through the city's streets almost leisurely. The driving snow did little to slow their advance as they weaved between buildings following the sensation of their opponents nearby. Any familiar that got close saw only a glimpse of an arrowhead before it was smoothly struck from the sky. When Rider and his master arrived they looked down at the women on the river's edge. Rider breathed in deeply. Besides the scent of humans and frost, there was something else too. 

[i]Not human?[/i] He thought, and though this thought was for himself his master was privy to it as well. He titled his head curiously. He spoke.

[color=violet]"Good evening."[/color] [i]Bellerophon[/i] was always polite, the most gracious guest one could ask for. His voice was just the same as it was earlier when his master had summoned him: silky, gentle, light - and self-assured.