It was a dark and cold day the people were not alive at this hour when Pheniox had left the order he knew it was the right thing to do, to be with his love. But with a scar starting to form from the whip. He knew he couldn't talk again. Just write or show hand gestures. He couldn't say that he loved her. He could only could show it in grunts and movements.
The streets were empty being two am in the morning that January as he walked to the square no signs of life at all where they were just a few weeks ago.But no tracks of the priestess was to be found. Where could she be he wondered. He looked high he looked low.The shop fully healed from the battle that was here. suddenly he felt like he was being watched. who could this be? Was it her?! Who was peeking at me? but apon further inspection there was no one not a soul, Not a mouse or a corpse left to rot in this shop. But he felt there was someone or something in this room with him. without haste he begun to casting a spell to make someone show them selves in a cloud of purple smoke.in a flash a unknown mercenary came in to do someones unfinished buisness.
