Sebastrian walked though the streets, hood up over his head to keep the sun from burning his eyes. His eyes gleamed, his orange iris glowing slightly. He watched as a couple of guards walked past dressed in King Xaviers uniform. Xaviers up his forces... Is he getting ready for another attack on the next city? Damn, the only city he really needs to take is his sons... And I can't have Petreis die... He thought to himself as he slowly walked along, noting how many guards were stationed around and where they were stopping to look around. His hand gripped his knife in his hoody pocket. The wind slowly picked up under his feet, allowing him to float a little, but it wasn't visible to the naked eye. Seb smiled to himself, remarking mentally on his powers working properly. He looked around to see if he could find someone to recruit to help him.