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Arkelse looked up to see Namesiwa, "Hello, and no where right now. I was not wanted for help here, and arrogant doctor kicked me out." Arkelse then looked at Namesiwa puzzled, "What are you doing in town? And where'd you get that fine robe?"
Namesiwa looked at Arkelse puzzled, "I was wearing this when we first meet." he said. He got a more serious tone and his face became stern. He leaned toward Arkelse and spoke softly yet very clearly. "Do not let the arrogance of one dictate the survival of many my young Arkelse. Soon, great will be the need for you, go back and await for the two that carry one."
Last Edit: Oct 17, 2011 16:17:07 GMT -5 by Deleted
"A friend reminded me why I really came here, to help people. I just.... I have this feeling that something here is about to go down. Something big is going to come through that door and they will need my abilities." Arkelse said looking at the door.
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 17, 2011 16:55:00 GMT -5
"...well, you better help that person then." Walter frowned. "I don't want to deal with my job if you can't. If it's as bad as you say, I'll be in a lot of pain."
"There's nothing I can't heal that I've met. And I certainly hope I don't meet that wound today." Arkelse said. "Now that we have some down time, could you tell me what your job is and why it involves pain?"
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 17, 2011 17:02:17 GMT -5
Walter stared at Arkelse, before smiling, "I work for a very powerful being who wants me to do specific jobs in Avaleur. One of them is to ease the passing of the dieing, by stealing their pain away from them. I'm a demon, you see."
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 17, 2011 17:11:54 GMT -5
Walter shrugged. "I have no choice. When my lord asks me to do something, I must do it. Besides, this town has been over run by those whom do not care for the wishes of god. Which is the reason why my lord cares for this town. As soon as these peoples faith in god is restored, my lord will probably wish of me to go home."
Walter smirked, "So, in reality, it is quite selfish of my people and I. Keep these people happy with our side until they become demons themselves."
"All perspective I guess, the intentions may be iffy, but the work is good. That much I can assure you. I can relieve the pain of a wound, but I cannot ease the passing of a life." Arkelse said bowing his head.
"This is quite true," Arkelse agreed. It had started raining outside. Arkelse stood and stretches his arms over his head. "I think I'm going to step out for some air," he said turning to the door.