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The gentle thudding of the captain of the guards' boots was all that kept Aspen Erin-Seithe from any peace here in the small cell at the garrisson. The town, a coastal one with a name she couldn't quite remember and didn't give a damn about learning, was just one of the many she had taken upon herself to visit, one of many that had immediately viewed her as a "heretic" and "loony" for the message she brought across the land. One of many that had decided that the best thing to do was to lock her away, at least for the meantime.
"Aye, officer," Aspen asked, sitting up halfway, heavily-lidded eyes focused up on the guard captain. "When is my sentence over and done with? In case you don't know, I have things I could be doing, such as getting to another town that does have some interest in the message I carry."
The captain of the guards glanced at her, sniffing. "I don't have any idea, woman! All I am supposed to do is keep you in here so you don't start another ruckus. That's all the mayor said."
Aspen shut her eyes completely, letting out a light sigh. "I see. However, as I have done nothing wrong to anyone, I expect to be let out before the day is over. Failure to do so will result in---"
Before Aspen could finsih whatever threat she had in store for the guard, a pounding came from the door. The guard captain glanced over at the door, and started for it when it burst open, a small crowd of people rushing in. The guard captain, obviously startled, raised his hands in front of him in a defensive manner, shouting for silence. Aspen opened her metallic blue eyes, sitting up completely on her knees, hands folded in her lap after quickly clearing her impossibly curly black hair of straw and other debris, watching the scene with the same bored expression she always seemed to have.
"What is the meaning of this? Why have you come here?" demanded the guard captain, face made up into a hostile snarl.
"We've come for that blasphemous b***h!" roared one of the men, pointing at the cleric accusingly. "From the lies she spread... my daugher, Ellena, is dead because of her! This b***h convinced her that she had part of a dead goddess inside of her, and the only way to bring about this goddess' ressurection is through sacrificing lives! Damn it, she's directly responsible for my daughter's death!"
"I have not laid a hand on your daughter, sir," Aspen said simply. "I am in no way responsible for your daughter chosing to release the essence of Xillixanna. All I did was inform her of what lingered within her. Everything from then on was her own choice."
"Hear the blasphemy she's spouting?!" the man roared. "I, along with the rest of these fine folks, demand her execution immediately! Hand her over to us!"
"Now hold just a moment!" the guard said, though it was obvious he didn't give a damn whether she died or not. "She's not to be given any sentence until she is found guilty of---"
"You talk too much!" yelled an older woman, who hit him over the head with what looked like a tree branch. The captain fell over, stunned, as the mob seized the keys to Aspen's cell, unlocking it and seizing her. "You're coming with us!"
"I shall submit to your execution," Aspen said calmly, though deep inside she was cursing them to the Plane of Shadows and back. Her work was not finished; she still had to spread the word of the Lords of Dust throughout the rest of the world, and if she was to die before she could do that---!
"Good; looks like we won't have to use force!" cackled an old man. "Now, what method shall we use? Hanging? Crucifixion? Burning? Drowning?"
"She's as close to a witch as she can be," spat another man. "I say we burn her like we would burn a mage or witch!"
"Sounds like a plan!" grinned the man whose daughter had died, and the mob surged out of the building, dragging the follower of the Lords of Dust along with them to the town square.

The halfling was watching from a building, watching the masses burning the woman at the stake. He grinned at the exitement, like the old days it was, he thought. So he was quick to start pulling off his normal boots and replacing them with the flex metal ones, black steel, that allowed him to move even more agile than he was, and move faster than even the fastest human. He didn't have a peticularly good reputation with this town to begin with, or the whole Hook Coast for that matter. He threw the old boots off the edge, and backed away. he ran full speed across the roof at inhuman speeds, leaping into the air; though he wouldn't make it too close to the fire, that didn't matter. He landed in a roll, staying on the run as he pulled the long hood of his cloak around his face tighter, coming to the fire he pulled his last magic potion out, uncorking it and throwing it over the fire. And as the first of the people felt themselves get pushed aside by the small Kreggins, he was already in the air onto the stake, which was slowly burning now, the fires simmering thanks to the liquid. Sun's Touch came out of it's small hidden sheath, and suddenly it was burried into the wooden pole the girl was on.
"Live for the moment, lass, the exitement. We better get out of here..." He said in his half-raspy voice. It used to be a sarcastic, cool tone when he was younger, but a lot of terrible things had happened since then. Not to say he hadn't had his share of fun during his adventure days!
He knew they'd soon pass out the stones, throwing them in volleys.
Kreg pulled both of them off of the pile of wood, however hard that would have been for the small halfling, for his method was urgent, and soon the fire would blast above normal. And so it did, for the red tinted dagger he still held had almost completely incinerated the wooden pole; Living up to it's name.

The Halfling cackled with glee from the chaotic scene, a whole riot breaking forth in the small town. After all, let the whole town burn to the ground, if they were too stupid to work together.
"Well this is probably why this town never got on it's feet in the coastal trades..." He said absent mindedly as he moved around people, staying in the same general spot as he waited for the 'witch'
"You do throw a nice punch, but we need to get going, less we be burned down with city itself!" He piped up, motioning to follow him as he pushed people aside at the kneees; peticularly near the back, so they were easier to move. He was out of the city in only a few minutes, having known all of the short cuts in this town. He turned about to check if the girl has been following him for the time being.

"Ah lass, you don't need to do that!" Kreggins exclaimed, nodding slightly as he caught on to the oath part. "There is no real true reason, I suppose... Perhaps I was remembering the old days when it was my job to help out" he remarked somewhat looking into the distance as he stepped farther away from the small town, down the road. "Where do we go from here? It's way too late for me to sink back into normal life, so it seems I'm taking up the sword--or dagger in my case--again!" Kreg said exitedly, taking out an old, dusty golden eye. "Do you know what this is?" He questioned, holding up the trinket. Any magic user could likely feel the highly potent enchantment the item held, though most wouldn't be able to use it; simply for the fact that it linked with the weilder in mind and 'Soul'.

"The Knife I--It was a gift to me... I got it from my home town..." He said, trying to cover his misshap in words. "It's called Sun's Touch!" He exclaimed cheerfully, sheathing the weapon somewhere under his deep red cloak. He held up the dusty Golden Eye and brushed it off, looking at it in the dim sun's rays, as it shined in the light. "This will lead us to the Demi-Plane of The Souls" He exclaimed, looking at Aspen.

((Where is he? Hook Coast is pronounced The Hook Coast, but whatever razz . Kreggins is outside of a burning small village, so you character could see the smoke waving into the air or something, to draw him close to us.))

*Criss stops eating and sniffs the air.* What's that? Is it.....flesh? Wood? *Criss runs off in the direction of the smell*