The crimson sphere ignited itself as it rolled along the skyline, slowing bathing the area in it's illuminated hatred. Meteo hated the sun as much as it disliked him, it seemed. He had to always be so careful when working up a sweat, some of his colleagues had abilities that allowed them to use scent to detect those who where not truly apart of the fold. Given how his own glamour was purely cosmetic, he was always weary of the days when the celestial orb cascaded him with it's heated oppression. Today was his lucky day, however. As he found himself in the district that rarely saw his kind. One that was rarely visited by Knights, though a few squires often found themselves in this local.

Here in his traditional garb, which was that of a Drackenstein Squire, complete with his traditional rapier which sat on his left hip, he felt the most at ease. He didn't have to worry about the chaos that surrounded him. He didn't have to worry about oppressing others and he didn't have to worry about dealing with people that he hated. He wasn't a good man by any stretch of the imagination. That much was certain. But what he was, was a man who was capable of taking a step back to analyze fully his surroundings and appreciate them. It was that reason that drove him forward. He had a goal, he had to be wise and aware in order to achieve it. To fight fire with fire was what he preferred.

As he found himself making his way down the winding back alleyways, he came upon a small fork that seemed to lead to a densely populated hovel. One that he hadn't exactly seen before...but it had been years sine he was last in the heart of this district. He thought of what kind of criminals could have possibly been in charge here now, he thought about what kind of people inhabited these dingy makeshift homes, and most of all he wondered if there were any non-humans skulking about, trying to make a living in a world that wasn't safe for them. It haunted him a great deal. But he was the kind of person who often did things that even disgusted himself. Well, at least when he fixated on them.

He had conjured up a few dogs of war earlier, they were harmless, merely projections that seemed lifelike, but the three of them seemed vicious enough to deter any criminals from trying to harm him. As he made his way down the streets he looked at those who seemed to hold any interest to him. Eyes fixating upon the form of one singular female, one that he had never seen before. Granted, he hadn't seen everyone before, but he was well aware that she looked out of place in his mind. He peered over towards the female and stretched out his chocolate brown finger. Making a gesture that allowed him the opportunity to tell her to come to him. "You, girl, come here now." He spoke with authority.

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