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Post by Dante Ahti on Jul 23, 2013 11:35:30 GMT -5
Dante nodded once more with dread- how he ever thought Avaleur would ffeel peace again, he did not know. After all, the city was notorious for attracting wars and dangers, like any normal large city.
He was rather relieved to leave the ashy area- the place was dark. Only fueled more by the darkness he himself used in there. The boy was not very pleased about himself, even if that magic had helped a bit in fighting the beast.
"I won't mention you being here to anyone, then," he stopped as well, turning and smiling at Namesiwa. "I'm glad to see you're alive, and I'm sure everyone else will be too. Be careful though, okay?"
"Do not worry, Dante, were there is light. There is the chance to burn away the darkness around you. Avaleur will see times of peace again." He smiled reassuringly, as though he had known the boys thoughts.
"I thank you for your secrecy lad. And you will see me again." His smile turned into a grin, "Whoohoohoo, I am afraid I can not promise anything else however, being careful will have to redefined later. For now I am off, to prepare the others for the storm."
Post by Dante Ahti on Jul 23, 2013 11:51:13 GMT -5
Dante raised an eyebrow- although odd he seemed to know what he was feeling, Namesiwa's words calmed him a great deal. His tensed up body relaxed more. Though he had to grin at the mans familiar laugh.
"Good luck, Namesiwa. And thanks for helping out today."
As best he could he gave a short bow, still holding onto the girl, before turning around towards the city, leaving the old man behind to bring the woman to the infirmary. Dante just hoped that he might convince the organizers of the hunt that Cyclopta was no more.