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Movrin hadn't seen the lizards in hiding, so their sudden appearance caught him off guard. Luckly it seemed that he had been deemed a secondary target for these few moments, as the creatures launched to attack Kalia. That was good. Movrin didn't worry about his companion, who, in his essence...

As he had expected, Kalia dealt with the first lizard in a manner that was nothing short of skillful, even if the beast was more cunning that many others Movrin had seen. The rest of them were alarmed now, going in circles around them, and he knew that it would be only a matter of time until one...

"I can imagine," he nodded. Movrin found no pleasure in being in the center of attention, having many people following him or waiting for his next decision. He liked his life, the anonymity he mostly had, even if he was quite infamous in some other places. So he could imagine how refreshing it...

Movrin hurried his mule as well, much to the animal's displeasure, to better keep up with Kalia. It would do them all better to reach the bodies as soon as they could. "It does sound like a once magnificent place," he nodded, making a soft humming noise at his companion's words. A place that had...

When Kalia asked how much more they had to go, he didn't look at the shifting sand around them, as it would have been almost useless, but at the skies above them, tracing patterns between them, measuring, approximating, using a century worth of experience he had gathered while traveling, guided...

Somebody could have said that Movrin was giddy as a child who had just gotten the opportunity to open a marvelous, yet previously unexpected gift. The man himself would have never used such an expression, mostly because children and their business rarely worried him, unless their life had come...

Movrin watched as the tightly wrapped face of a deceased body got covered with a mask again, and then listened closely to what this man had to say. It was intriguing, even if he could feel that a lot of detail was being left out in this short retelling of a most curious faith. He found himself...

Movrin had witnessed more than his own fair share of luck and misfortune, and he rarely hoped for the former. Not because he didn't believe in any good in this world, he did so, even if in his own way, to a certain extent, but because luck was always bound to be less possible. Otherwise it...

Truly curious indeed. Movrin was catching every whisk of magical air around this individual as a hound might launch for the smell of blood. Although, of course, it was a lot more metaphorical. He didn't actually have to smell anything. And he remained quite calm, given the circumstances. His age...

I am ever so sorry for not being on top of my posts. Life has been mad. But I believe that I might have gotten hang of it now. Hopefully.

"We might as well agree that we have a different view on this subject right away," Movrin didn't try to smile anymore, his tone was calm, steady, but firm with what he said. He didn't make any motion to do something about the poor corpse, but he didn't take his words back as well. Ah, this had...

The night was indeed clear, and it filled his senses with the rustling of the desert sand, gleaming of stars and, shortly afterwards, the soft sound of footsteps, masked by the sand. It also brought many other sensations, ones that would go unnoticed by many others. The beating of life, the...

So she had heard of him. Very well. That would make certain things easier for him. "I see. Well, my story is a rather old one, so forgive the assumption that it isn't one that would make many people curious," his tone held a brief tone of dry amusement. With all that had been going on in Elbion...

Movrin wasn't too surprised to find another skeleton opening the door in front of him, yet his gaze still couldn't help but linger on it. Not with fear or disgust, but rather something full with sorrow, almost wistful. It was a common practice, not using which made him the black sheep in their...

He visited Elbion ever so often. During the years his love for the place had slowly faded, leaving only faint traces of the feeling he had once felt in its busy streets and under the magnificent roofs of its buildings. It was quite mutual, to be honest, as the city had expressed its disgust of...