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Doubling over Fredrika tried to catch her breath, she was healthy for her age but It was large city and jogging even half way around it was tiring. Especially when the person in question didn't want to be found.

Waving her hand in a non-committal gesture the mechanic fished through her bag for her cantina, greedily drinking down water.

Sweat trickled down her forehead and she couldn't help but grin slamming the stopped back into the bottle before swiping a glove clad hand over the back of her neck, so much for staying clean today. "It's fine, I doubt that skinny twerp of a traveler would be able to keep up with her..." It was more she hoped that he had done the right thing and left Fiona alone, he was skilled in sorcery so she couldn't truly say he was stuck at the in.

"Names Gauge....nice to meet you....dwarf" Clapping her hands over her mouth Fredrika looked down at Alistyre, she had meant to say something else but it was so uncommon to see dwarfs these days it slipped out.

A crystal ball was displaying what Fiona was doing. However, the Dark Lord wasn't watching it. He was asleep. He would wake soon, but for now the crystal ball project the image into his mind so that he could watch as he slept. "Hmm...what are you up to...now...little girl..." he mumbled as he slept.

The Lord of Darkness snapped awake after hearing Max's words. "So, this explains quite a bit. However, seems there's a little insect after me. He has interesting powers. It's too bad I'll have to destroy him" Berith said to himself. He quickly hopped out of bed and changed out of his sleeping clothes to his usual attire.

Wylla marched across the hot sand of the desert. "Dang... Why is it so hot? Oh right! I know. It a freakin desert... There's sand for MILES!" She yelled the final word. "Pssh... Not like anybody would hear me. I guess I'll just keep going this way, I don't get why I had to have the task of heading out into... Into? Where am I going exactly in this giant box of kitty litter?" She sighed, and kept trudging, then noticed that a sandstorm has brewed up not just 100 yards in front of her. Her eyes grew wide a second, then she grabbed her armor and closed it off from outside by pulling a membrane over the openning in her chest. Then she lowered a veil down and covered the rest of her face and the back of her head. "Sand storms... Easy thing to do." She pulled out her large shield and held it in front of her as she marched into the storm, but as soon as she hit it, it vanished as if it never existed. "Huh? Weird?" She lowered her shield and looked up. Whew as staring at buildings larger than the Caste Rochester and Ortel both! "In Morrighan's name, where am I?" She said to no one in particular. She looked down and noticed a gate, "Well... One way to find out." She shrugged and started her way down the hill she was on towards the gate.

Wylla passed through the gates and looked around, first thing to catch her eye was a small man on a large creature talking to a girl who was standing. I've never seen this many people, or whatever that thing is. she thought and kept walking I'd better find an Inn or Tavern, it'd give me a place to start. She headed down the street and then took a turn into an alleyway.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here." A voice said, it was a man holding a sword on her. "... You're kidding me, right?" Wylla said with a disappointed tone. "You know what my armor is made out of? Same with my Sword, Hammer, and both-" The man lunged at her, she quickly intercepted the sword with her shield deflecting it away with a bright green flash of light. She grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and picked him up with one hand. "Even if you had managed to hit me... That would've done nothing." She lifted him up and over herself and sent him flying out of the alleyway and clear across the street. Where the man hit the building on the far side with a loud SMACK!

Wylla dusted off her hands and walked out of the alley and continued down the street as if nothing happened.

Max teleported again, appearing beside Fredrika. "Ah, there you are. I was looking all over for you." He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry about my behavior. She's probably gone for good, and I doubt that even I could catch up with her with my magic." He sighed. "Well... in any case... we still both need to head towards the capital city, am I wrong? It would be bad if your friend got angry and started causing more problems." Max told Fredrika.

"My mother died giving birth to me... and my father didn't live much longer after." He replied dryly. "Either way, if your main goal is to set up a shop, the capital city is a much better place. The magician's academy that I graduated from, located at the capital. Think about it... a bunch of rich kids willing to pay quite a bit for anything hand crafted, an abundance of those rare metals that your wanted to research, and scrolls of advance fire techniques... They are all there. They would probably welcome you and your research with open arms. Just don't ever mention my name there. I've become... a bit taboo after donating so much research to them." He told her. "Not to mention that you can likely meet up with you-know-who."

It would make sense, as the capital and living centre of Titania there would be a lot more trade. It meant more competition but Fredrika was confident enough in her own skill's to at least try. "How can they hate you for to much research" She laughed, clapping Max cheerfully on the shoulder "You don't seem all that bad to me….a little creepy yes but not all bad" though that opinion died rapidly. "Why are you so determined about that? He let me go and I went! end of story…"

The smile on her face curdled as Max once again pulled Wagner in to the conversation. there should have been a medal or at least an honourable mention for the will power the white haired mechanic was using to stop herself from physically hitting him.

"I don't want to meet up with-" Fredika's rant was cut short by a dull 'thud' and muffled 'oof', several of the swearwords drowned out by the poor woman currently making friends with the floor.

With a scowl in Max's direction promising that he hadn't heard the last of her colourful vocabulary on the dragon matter she looked over at the steadily moving lump "Hay…are you alright?"