Urik looked upon the room carefully, studying each place someone could hide or spring an ambush from. He found nothing of note, however, outside of the instruments he found to be woefully gaudy and overly-designed. Turning his back to the room, he began to search for another. Of course, he patiently and carefully measured each step so that it fell silently, taking care to not make a sound.
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Ignoring Shen-Mu's threat, Urik left the room and began to walk down the hallway. Under the assumption that the only other people here were the girl's father and sister, he allowed his guard to be dropped, abandoning his tactics of silently creeping through the building.
As he approached the end of the hall, leading to the foyer or ballroom, he stopped, and peered into the room from the corner, not wanting to risk being seen by anyone who could have possibly been inside.
As he approached the end of the hall, leading to the foyer or ballroom, he stopped, and peered into the room from the corner, not wanting to risk being seen by anyone who could have possibly been inside.
Urik continues to stroke his beard, listening to the girl's explanation. Nodding, he smirks slightly as all doubts leave his mind - This was the place he was looking for after all. With a nod, he looks off to the side casually.
"Indeed, I suppose our goals are one and the same, more of less..." He sighs. "But this sister of yours. I'm not here to save a pair of children."
He turns his back to the girl.
"If she is violent, I won't guarantee her safety. Hopefully she won't be too much of a nuisance, for both of your sakes."
Taking a step towards the door, he slowly draws his dagger from its scabbard, apparently beginning to leave without another word.
"Indeed, I suppose our goals are one and the same, more of less..." He sighs. "But this sister of yours. I'm not here to save a pair of children."
He turns his back to the girl.
"If she is violent, I won't guarantee her safety. Hopefully she won't be too much of a nuisance, for both of your sakes."
Taking a step towards the door, he slowly draws his dagger from its scabbard, apparently beginning to leave without another word.
Urik focuses his white, glowing eyes on the girl, listening to her story closely. His expression doesn't change until she's done, furrowing his brow and looking upon her with a dark, almost haunted gaze.
"You don't know what you ask for, child." He grumbles, finding his goals suddenly in conflict with his morals.
A little girl was asking him... to kill his target for her? His heart sank at the request, the request shaking him.
"My goal was to kill the last of the Ramshorn Harvestmen. Your request changes nothing. However..."
He suddenly gets to his feet, rubbing his chin through his thick beard and resting a hand on the pommel of his scimitar. Staring down at her, he speaks up again.
"Daughters. There are more than you, then? Where are the others?"
"You don't know what you ask for, child." He grumbles, finding his goals suddenly in conflict with his morals.
A little girl was asking him... to kill his target for her? His heart sank at the request, the request shaking him.
"My goal was to kill the last of the Ramshorn Harvestmen. Your request changes nothing. However..."
He suddenly gets to his feet, rubbing his chin through his thick beard and resting a hand on the pommel of his scimitar. Staring down at her, he speaks up again.
"Daughters. There are more than you, then? Where are the others?"
Urik raised his eyebrows at her statements, that she did indeed know about the legend.
"My reasons are my own. But alright, I'll play along."
With that statement, he twirls his knife around his fingers before sliding it back into its scabbard, the steel blade scraping along the leather sheath before ending in a "click". Hoping he seemed less threatening, he levels his gaze at the girl again.
"Now why don't you tell me what you know about the 'legend'?" He said, eager to learn any details he could.
"My reasons are my own. But alright, I'll play along."
With that statement, he twirls his knife around his fingers before sliding it back into its scabbard, the steel blade scraping along the leather sheath before ending in a "click". Hoping he seemed less threatening, he levels his gaze at the girl again.
"Now why don't you tell me what you know about the 'legend'?" He said, eager to learn any details he could.
Urik couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smirk slightly at the girl's boldness, although his thick mustache hid most of it. He expected her to cower or panic, but she was being surprisingly cooperative. She must only be able to detect him, but not his weapons, he assumed.
At her answer, he silently stared at her. Her question however catches him off guard, causing him to tense up slightly before relaxing a bit, lowering his guard a tad. Raising a single eyebrow in amusement, he steps forward, approaching the girl with silent footsteps. He stares at her coldly, knife still brandished, and squats down on the floor to be at eye-level with her.
"You're either brave, or incredibly stupid. I'm askin' the questions here. Understand?" He whispers, leaning his face close to hers. "Now, do you know anyone related to the Harvestmen?"
At her answer, he silently stared at her. Her question however catches him off guard, causing him to tense up slightly before relaxing a bit, lowering his guard a tad. Raising a single eyebrow in amusement, he steps forward, approaching the girl with silent footsteps. He stares at her coldly, knife still brandished, and squats down on the floor to be at eye-level with her.
"You're either brave, or incredibly stupid. I'm askin' the questions here. Understand?" He whispers, leaning his face close to hers. "Now, do you know anyone related to the Harvestmen?"
Urik wasn't able to get a very clear look at the girl just yet, the smoke occluding his vision. However he didn't sense any danger right away, so he quietly closed the door behind him, and with a wave of his hand dissipated the black smoke, revealing the room and girl clearly. Still pointing his knife at her, and keeping one hand on his scimitar, he stared at her with an unfeeling, but stern, gaze.
"The Ramshorn Slaughter. Do those words ring any bells?" He simply asked in his gruff voice, ignoring the girl's statements.
"The Ramshorn Slaughter. Do those words ring any bells?" He simply asked in his gruff voice, ignoring the girl's statements.
Urik stood motionless outside the door, eyes wide in surprise at the girl suddenly addressing him. How did she know he was there? He took the utmost care to not alert her to his presence! He clenched his teeth in anger and frustration, before quickly calming himself. It simply must have been some kind of magic. He should have expected that.
His face hardening, he inches closer to the door... finally so close to a target. With a small breath, a massive cloud of pitch-black smoke suddenly billowed out of his mouth and into the room, almost immediately filling it until it was impossible to see further than an inch away from your face. Strangely, though, it was just as easy to breath as regular fresh air.
Slinking into the room with the speed and noiselessness of a mouse, he entered the room and closed the door.
"Make a peep and I slit your throat." He whispered, knife at the ready.
As long as she didn't attempt to speak, he'd continue.
"You're going to answer my questions when I ask. And depending on the answers, I'll leave you be."
His face hardening, he inches closer to the door... finally so close to a target. With a small breath, a massive cloud of pitch-black smoke suddenly billowed out of his mouth and into the room, almost immediately filling it until it was impossible to see further than an inch away from your face. Strangely, though, it was just as easy to breath as regular fresh air.
Slinking into the room with the speed and noiselessness of a mouse, he entered the room and closed the door.
"Make a peep and I slit your throat." He whispered, knife at the ready.
As long as she didn't attempt to speak, he'd continue.
"You're going to answer my questions when I ask. And depending on the answers, I'll leave you be."
Urik slowly slid along the wall, skillfully masking his footsteps and controlling his breathing as to not make a single sound. Gripping his dagger, he kept a stern expression as he approached the door, housing either an odd type of Amalgam, or an actual, living human. Regardless of what it was, he was prepared to use his skills to his full extent to get what he wanted.
Finally reaching the door, he stopped. Thinking carefully, he came up with a plan to spring a surprise attack on whoever - or whatever - was in that room. Closing his eyes briefly, he extended his senses outward, using his limited Manipulation skills to issue a command to Herrik.
"Tap the window closest to me."
Meanwhile, outside the castle, Herrik received the order, causing him to instinctually seek out the window closest to Urik's position in the castle. After a few fly-by's, he finally found what appeared to be his target. Flying down, he'd land on the wall, and bump his head on the window twice in order to try catching Urik's target's attention.
Finally reaching the door, he stopped. Thinking carefully, he came up with a plan to spring a surprise attack on whoever - or whatever - was in that room. Closing his eyes briefly, he extended his senses outward, using his limited Manipulation skills to issue a command to Herrik.
"Tap the window closest to me."
Meanwhile, outside the castle, Herrik received the order, causing him to instinctually seek out the window closest to Urik's position in the castle. After a few fly-by's, he finally found what appeared to be his target. Flying down, he'd land on the wall, and bump his head on the window twice in order to try catching Urik's target's attention.
Noticing no one coming his way, he instead took the initiative and began to follow the source of the noise. His feet disappeared into a cloud of black smoke, masking any footsteps he made. Still holding his knife at the ready, he entered the hallway, sticking closely to the walls and slowly making his way towards the sound.
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