He scratched at yet another flea bite on his ankle. He scratched until the skin felt raw, and yet it still itched. Damn fleas. They were worse than the lice, at least the lice stuck to his hair and didn't insist on biting him at all hours.

Anther was in another one of sour, pouting moods. It was ...

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May 19th, 122PW

They made for quite the pair, Anther and Talion did. With Talion limping down the street, grumbling over the fact that he was going to have to endure yet another day of agony and Anther nursing his arm as if the pain were unbearable, the ...

Talion's attention was pulled back into the room by the calming, steady voice of Jacel. He pulled out a map of the city and spread it across the desk. He pointed to several locations and Talion took note of each one.

The Drunken Rat was one he knew about. That was the place where he had met the ...

Anther had slammed into the back of his chair, causing Talion to be knocked forward by the momentum, nearly slamming into the desk. He had turned his head to give the other boy a dirty look and cursed at him in a couple of elven dialects that the ignorant human didn't understand.

Clumsy Idiot ...

His bad leg began to spasm and enter into one of its fits of ceaseless tapping against the floor when he tried to pick up his chair and scoot it closer to the desk without having stood up from the chair first. He tried his best to tuck the leg under the table, so as not to be seen by the other, but ...

An irritated look was shot in Anther's direction. He intended to tell the elf everything he knew, but now he had nothing to bargain with. Now he was going to look like a whiny little bitch as he spilled all the information he had.

Talion hobbled over to a chair, dragging his lame keg behind him ...

He didn't know if he should be relieved or terrified that he was being brought into the back room after mention of the library. Anther must have opened his big, fat, human mouth and spilled everything. He should have known that he wouldn't be able to handle the situation alone. Anther could act all ...

Time passed all too slowly on the other side of the door. The drunken masses went about their business of downing one drink after another. Talk could be heard of the next dog fight and how ones luck would surely change the next time around, it just had to. New patrons entered the establishment and ...

Alcohol may have been Anther's drug of choice, but it served as a poor substitute for the sweet release that came from a magically-laced high. He craved the tingling feeling on the tip of his tongue. His fingers itched to weave themselves through the many tangled lines of power that floated in the ...

He hated crowds. He hated the large, hulking bodies pressed up against each other, reeking of sweat, booze and whatever fat-drenched meats they had managed to shove down their throats. It was like a non-spoken test of masculinity, the bigger, hairier, smellier the man the better. It was a test for ...

While Anther squandered away his time and money on whatever booze he could find, Talion spent the better part of three days on the flea-ridden mattress he called a bed. After spending who knows how long sleeping on the cold floor of a cell or on the hard ground outside, it was the best rest that he ...

He barely registered the feel of the drink or the coin purse as they entered his hands. His hands shook, sloshing the dark liquid against the sides of the glass. He couldn't bring himself to bring it to his mouth. He couldn't drink it.

It might make him feel better. It might help to numb the pain ...

"Lisssen."

"Don't be a fool."

"Do you want to die like thisss?" The lizard hissed at him, his long black tongue trailed out of his scaly mouth to lick the pleasant air.

For the life of him, Talion could not look away. He followed the shifty demon as he circled the top of the desk. Over stacks ...

He was led blind into the bright room and pushed down into a chair. His heart beat so loud that it made it hard to hear what was being said by his captors. A firm hand remained on his shoulder. Thump, thump, thump... It felt as if somebody had ripped a hole in his chest and inserted some kind of ...

They might have waited until after sunset to move the prisoners but after spending an undermentioned period of time locked in a cell, Talion could hardly tell the difference between the small cell and the open sky.

He was disoriented and confused. They had woken him in a hurry and pushed him ...