A Little Free-Roaming

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Alia's frowned worriedly but nodded regardless. "All right then, if you're positive..."

Time passed, and they began to arrive at Alia's village. It was a natural green where they lived, trees everywhere. The houses, or the little of them there were, were made with wood. The people were working diligently, with spells going off, faintly, but intense from the practice.

"U-Uhm...Guys!" Alia called to everyone. And all at once they looked up to Alia, and then to Almirah.
 
Almirah nodded and walked silently the rest of the way.

She looked around as they neared the village. Things almost seemed to get brighter as they walked. "So pretty," Almirah murmered quietly.

As Alia called to the others, Almirah backed up a little. She could feel people looking at her, even as she ducked her head shyly.
 
Ulfrick LeMaitre arrives into a village on a white horse. He looks around as the village and looks at the bustling people walking around. His armor made of dragon hide, his swords of dragon bone. He get's off his horse looking at all the delicious villagers. 'This village shall be a ghost town when I'm finish with it'
Ulfrick thought to himself. He ties his horse to a post and makes his way up to a nice room that was for rent at the moment. He awaited the perfect moment to run out and kill. He decided to be discreet this time though.
 
Another mage looked to Almirah, and then looked to Alia. "Alia..." He said. "Who did you bring?"

Alia bowed to the mage, the other mage looking like a person to pay respect to, like an elder.

"She's another mage, sir." Alia said with her head down. She raised back up and moved away so he could see Almirah.
 
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