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Sapphire's attention darted from her watcher as the door swung open, an unusual figure entering the tavern and making their way straight to the bar. The figure was well covered by their garments; a series of colorful robes which were woven neatly across their body, with some cloth even covering...

She'd left Alliria as a way of escaping things, but the path she'd taken had led her to a new kind of prison. The fortress city of Vel Anir hadn't been her first choice when deciding to escape her troubles; in fact, it was probably pretty close to the last of her choices. She needed to get away...

Tzuriel wanted to put on a sort of play for the villagers, it seemed. The merchant argued that an abrupt departure would draw suspicion from the mob. Instead, he reckoned that it was best she remained in the eye of the public. As long as they knew where she was, and what she was doing, then...

Sapphire wasn't sure whether what Tzuriel said was a good or bad thing. On the plus side, the mercenaries would certainly secure her way out of this village, even if the use of force was necessary. However, she also had to consider that if Tzuriel was aiming to deceive or use her, he had capable...

"I was beginning to suspect that", Sapphire said, stepping out from behind the beam. The farmers had just about finished filing out of the barn, the last couple of stragglers looking back for a glance at the witch. A feeling of relief washed over her as the door closed behind them, her thoughts...

Tzuriel countered, and the mob fell silent. There was little they could do to debate his point. Their view of the world was small, and Tzuriel was a well-travelled man who'd managed to gain their trust for whatever reason. For a moment Sapphire considered revealing herself, exaggerating that she...

Tzuriel tossed a coin to the farmer, and the mob began muttering amongst themselves, some evidently moved by the merchant's words. Sapphire was almost humoured by Tzuriel's performance, and was beginning to think it might actually work. These village folk were foolish enough to go along with...

Thoughts of childhood lead Tzuriel to perk up again, as he excused himself for playing such a nasty trick on her. She hadn't much time to reminisce on the better parts of her childhood lately. Her life had been primarily guided by the more traumatic moments. Sapphire was shifting in her feet as...

Again he spoke of his own experience, his own curse. Tzuriel had targeted the wicked in order to get by, sating his hunger by feeding on those who deserved it. In a way, Sapphire felt vampirism would be a much worse affliction than what she had to deal with. The idea of ravenously feeding on...

Tzuriel disclosed that he was a vampire... once. Sapphire was under the assumption that vampirism had no cure. Tzuriel spoke of it like something that had lost his value, and was therefore discarded. He explained that he was a businessman, and he tended to speak of things in ways that...

His words evoked mixed reactions. His comment on her 'temper', almost pulled further swearings out of her. Following that, he expressed sympathy, recognising the difficulty of living with such an inconvenient curse. He spoke of how she couldn't touch the ones she loved, and Sapphire found...

Tzuriel was aiming to decieve the villagers. Noting their willingness to believe just about anything, the merchant seemed fairly certain that he'd be able to do so, and perhaps secure her freedom in the process. Beneficial as this might be for the both of them, Sapphire was irked by his flirting...

The man, Tzuriel Alanthis, spoke with the confidence, his smile expanding as he pulled away from his sword. Sapphire felt somewhat at ease by the relaxed stance he now assumed. With a curt bow, he introduced himself, and the company which he headed. The leader of a trading company... Sapphire...

Three voices filled the room. The first two were young, crackly. Though their words suggested they held some position of power, the uncertainty in their tone revealed them to be mere boys playing soldier. Sapphire almost felt insulted that they be left to guard her. The third voice exuded more...

The jeering mockery had grown old quite quickly. Taking their turns, the villagers would approach her end of the barn to yell obscenities through the thin planks of wood that separated them. Living in a small place like this left one with a downsized worldview, it seemed, as the insults hurled...