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With her hand lightly touching the wall Lyre stepped out and made her way to the staircase. Her light steps hardly made a sound as she walked down the stairs and went past the dinin room which was filled with people taking a drink after work, laughing, joking and telling about their day at work. Outside the inn Lyre turned to Marth.

"I thank you again, mr Arain. Live well."

She smiled and reached her hand out to touch the wall and slowly she made her way down the street.

As Lyre walked down the street, listening to the sounds of the town in the evening she thought back at her meeting with Marth. She felt ashamed that she had passed out like that.

I need to work more with my breathing control... she thought to herself.

She also thought about what he had said, but more on how he had said it.

She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear the steps behind her until they were almost ontop of her. Abruptly she stopped and turned around.

"Who's there?" she asked. There were no answer, but she heard someone breathing. A deep breathing, a bit rasping. She didn't recognize it.

"Who goes there?" she asked again. Still no answer, but she felt a shifting in the wind and before she could react a hand grasped her arm.

"A fine speciment to our collection," she herd a rasping voice uncomfortably close. A smell of beer and dirt hit her like a punch.

"Let go of me!" She yelled and tried to pull away. The man that held her was big and much stronger.

As she struggled to break free she heard anohter person close by. Judging by the sounds it was a man, and he was working with the one that had captured her.

There's two of them, she thought, feeling her breathing getting out of control again. I can take them...!

With her free hand she made a gesture that drew the air around towards her and with a movement that closely resembled a punch she pushed the other man away with the help of the wind. She heard him slam into the wall, breaking something of wood in the process.

"Let me go!" she yelled once again to the man that held her.

The stench of death surrounded Lyre and almost knocked her sense of smell out. She heard the clattering of bare bones as the undead creature moved. She felt the grip on her wrist tightened as the man who held her drew back, away from the undead. Instinctivly, Lyre wanted to move back as well, but she had heard Marths voice behind the creature.

She understood a chance like this wouldn't come again, she had to move quickly. With her free hand she woved the winds around her and spun around so quickly the man lost his grip on her. With both hands now free, she began to weave the air around her until it whipped around her like a shield, tearing at cloth and making her honeyblonde hair fly.

Lyre listened through the air and shivered as the heard the unworldly cackle from the undead minions as they slit the throats of the men. She withheld her shield until she heard them being dismissed. Then she lowered it, breaking apart the winds with a gesture of her hand, and the air settled around them.

She nodded at Marths general direction.

"Maybe..." she said, frowning at the smell of fresh blood.

She grunted and her frown deepened as he picked her up in his arms.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I am capable of walking on my own two feet." she said. "And you are headed the wrong way," she continued, now a more gentle look on her face.

"I despise being carried around," she muttered. "Head down towards the harbour. It's easier if you take the main street. On the left hand side is a park surrounded by a tall wall. That is where I'm headed."

"Have you ever heard of walking?" she said, now getting a bit annoyed. "I don't know about demons, but humans tend to walk when they're headed somewhere."

She clenched her fist and and decided to hold her tounge... for now. He had, after all, helped her from the men.

Lyre gave a silent sigh of relief as she felt the ground under her feet. She smoothened her dress with her hand as if the cloth had been wrinkled when she was carried. Then she listened to the sounds around her. Just behind them she heard a fountain, and after listining to the water she knew exactly where she was. She straightened her back and started walking.

His hand on her bare shoulder felt like a ten tonne weight, and his sheer body temperature seemed to burn her skin, and she was sure she was going to get a scorch mark.