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| The sight of him brought a man to the front directly over the main door which was only a small set of double doors made of planks. “Ho, another trespasser! Who are you and what business have you here?” The young man yelled each word slowly to try and gain presence. Phoenix recognized the voice of Danibee, one of the other vagabonds he had met in Pladue. Danibee continued, “State your business or we will be forced to shoot you!” He threatened. With that another thief approached the wall carrying a bow. This man cocked an arrow to the bow, drew the bowstring back and aimed for Phoenix. Phoenix could see the young archer was shaky, and Danibee didn't know how to fight when he met him and he doubted that he was adept now. “Good.” He thought. Phoenix made a low a growl to himself and his eyes burned red. With a motion of his index finger a spark popped out of its tip and the archer's bow suddenly grew warm then slowly began to burn. The archer gasped and dropped the bow to the dirt yard below where it smoldered in the thin grass. Phoenix raised his voice, “I have come for Rithevan!” “I do not know of whom you speak of!” Came Danibee's defiant reply, which was shaky at best. Phoenix chuckled. “Liar!” He said with a mocking tone. Rightly spoken!” Edvar himself rose to the wall. Wearing a black cloak and carrying a long sword. “I apologies for my friends reluctance... I believe that I do not know your name sir.” He was speaking down to Phoenix from a haughty heart on the lofty wall. |
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