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By the time Graves and Siegfried had gotten into their altercation, the group of four that had left had made it well into the markets and not that far from the doors of Mystic Prophecy. 

Rael still wasn’t sure about how the interactions would go. The last time Rael and Graves had visited they had asked Priscilica, the new interim leader of the group, if she needed anything and she didn’t exactly give them a list of things. It was a group of smart people who had money lying around, so it wasn’t like they would be in danger with the new motion for taxation. Ideally, Rael just wanted to be away from the tavern and do something and Benkei had the excuse of wanting to look into apprenticeships. What was the list Sif had rambled about? Check in with anyone they knew. Communicate with craftsmen organizations. Try to get an audience with the queen.

It was still very early. But Kazuki hadn't had much luck, so she wondered how they could fix that.

[color=#A84B5E]“So Mystic’s right here.”[/color] Rael mumbled as the early morning sun shined upon the group; her eyes glancing back before her hand motioning toward a different direction, upward to the left. Toward the castle that overlooked the city. [color=#A84B5E]“...‘less you wanna do something else.”[/color]
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Siegfried should’ve been scared.

But he [i]wasn’t.[/i] Morons. Bullies. People who got people hurt through their bad decisions. Every friend he had in Kansas City had been like that and after the accident he had sworn he wouldn’t stand by and let it happen again. That wasn’t even accounting for his parents and what he had to endure while his sister was treated like a prized turkey. It was part of why he wanted to become an electrician–to do something where his sister didn’t need to rely on their parents and their get rich quick schemes or their constant ways of abusing their kids. That aside, he knew Graves was a good guy. He wasn’t like Siegfried’s parents; he led the group, did the dirty work, and probably had good intentions. But he didn’t have the courage to tell Seele it was a bad idea. Just like Siegfried–[i]Jimmy[/i] didn’t tell his friend David it was a bad idea to do what he did. By morning David was in the morgue.

Graves was outside of the tavern now, staring at him with as much rage as he showed the ogre in the dungeon. Good. He got under his skin. When Sif scrambled outside not too far behind him, it didn’t shake him. He gave her a look–[i]stay out of this; let it happen.[/i]. 

The blood knight did not wait for a remark to start the fight.








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