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Grey wandered the streets, the ethereal nature of his form slowly solidifying into something more tangible than just a shadow. As he drifted, he silently pilfered food from the various vendors, never alot from a single one, as he had no currency with which to pay.
Grey absently wondered why Master Dante did not merely conjure Ilene some food, he did indeed give the one called Soul some of the conjured drink.
Unless...
Everything that existed in Flux, all that was conjured, indeed, the air itself, was a manisfestation of Dante's energy, so to imbibe somthing conjured from that place... Grey shuddered at the implications, surely it could come to no good end in a mere mortal.
His food collecting completed, the shade vanished through the Door.

Soul ordered some more water with nectar. "YOu could ask Queen Art of the City of Magus what happens. I know she entered my sister's employ for protection from him. He had her hostage once, but that is all I know of it." Soul laughed at the girls joke. "I only take the souls of those who deserve it. If only Dante had a soul...That foul creature...." She indicated the men. "They are all Knights of the Black Order...have you heard of them before?" She sipped from her water again.

Soul laughed humorlously. "He tried to eat me....several times. And he tried to eat various friends and family of mine...other than that..." She similed as she drunk her water. "Art is missing anyways. Anything evil likes to kidnap her and watch her squirm. Her poor brother used to own a simple cabin in the woods. THe last villian did him in. And the black knights are not the queen's guards. They are magic users and elfs and such. Some are regular men. They where never allowed to become a true knight for some reason, so they formed this order." She watched for a recation from the girl.

Within Xelya's room, the body of the mysterious man's body shuddered slightly, his breathing became somewhat audible, and the blood stopped dripping from his mouth.

"Why thank you, I'm flattered. Though, I wouldn't call myself brave," she added with a little laugh. "I just never saw any use in freaking out. Wouldn't help any if I had a fit and started hyperventilating over the lack of the floor, after all." Xelya lifted her head and flicked her wrist, watching the little bells chime as they spun. "And I'm from Beyard, which I guess would explain it. You have to be quick to catch the prettiest pennies. How about you?"

"I...see." Xelya blinked. Uh...she died there once? How many times has she died? She opened her mouth, about to discreetly ask how the previous death came about when...lo and behold, somebody seemed to be dying right now in her room. "Not a clue. I guess I should go check it out, though," she replied, wondering if the world was always this strange outside of Beyard. Well, at least it wasn't quiet anymore!

"Not too far from here. I don't like alone though, so you'll have to be quiet," she warned. From the tavern Xelya set off at a brisk pace down the street, and after walking past about ten houses stopped at the two story house she and her group were inhabiting. She effortlessly began climbing the tree next to her window and stepped soundlessly on the roof, then peeked through her window. Yep...bleeding man in the corner of her room...

"Ohhh boy," she muttered as she slid inside.

((I'm really quite bordering on death, but I'll see fit to move a bit. whee ))

The man's body shook feverishly though the spring night air was hardly cold. He was curled into a fetal position, one clutching at an imaginary wound on his torso, and the other at his head, as though he were in extreme pain. Though it could hardly be seen, his face held an expression of agony, defeat, and perhaps helplessness.

His body shook frighteningly again, this time more intense, and his quiet, steady breathing now became labored. The hand that had been clutching his head began to grab almost insinctively at the brown bag that lay unceremoniously at his side.