Pyra stretches out on her bed as the sun rises, something about the softness of the fabric made her take a nap for the last couple hours. She decides she enjoyed the rest, but likely her guest did not as he was currently unable to enjoy the bed. And, she wouldn't have let him sleep in it anyhow. He is a crude creature and doesn't have the right to sleep. Thus his current state of hanging from the ceiling by a series of metal chains that he brought himself. Deciding that it was time to kill him and move on. She walks over to what could, generously, be called a human shape, and stands just out of dripping range. She wrinkles her nose.

He had lead her from the baths to a wonderful inn reserved for merchants where he got her one of the better rooms on the ground floor. Then he insisted that she owed him some debt for saving her from Michael. A grin splits her face as she recalls the look of fear on his face as she wrapped him in his own chains, and wove the spell of fire that slowly burned away only his skin. Apparently, these rooms keep the sound in really well, because she didn't get interrupted until an hour later. The servant seemed pale but seemed alright with the explanation that she was just asking questions to a human. In fact that last bit seemed to make the young beastkin boy a little less pale. Pyra was having a hard time comparing herself to how she is now. Her thoughts seem smoother and concepts that confused her come more intuitively. Which is why she is pretty sure her Mother had something to do with this change. Only she could create such a working of magic and wonder as giving her mind a boost.

Standing before the dying man hanging from the ceiling, she wonders how different it would have turned out if she hadn't realized that lots of fire wasn't the answer to everything. Suddenly the man spasmed and coughed, causing cracks on his seared flesh to ooze blood. Something told her he was dead even if she left him here, but she didn't want to leave such a plain decoration. The room was far too nice.

"K.kill me, you witch..." He weezes, harsh sounds from inside telling a story of approaching death. She looks at him with a finger to her chin, contemplating the best way to clean this up without leaving too much of a stink of roasting pig. It was kinda interesting how much cooking him reminded her of the smell, the vendors on the street sure cooked a lot of it. Which made her pause to consider if humans ate each other by confusing what they were cooking.

"Hurr..ry up you..u bitch." His words snapping her out of her thoughts, causing a pout.

"I am envious of you. Still so arrogant." She murmurs, resigned to this, and deciding to set the slow burn on him. It would be painful, there would be plenty of screams, and that only brought a smile to her face.

"And good night to you." She says while pulling in the mana from around her to form the spell. She would have to go find Michael at some point, but he would likely be fine since even his stay with Mother was survivable. Humans seem a little more flimsy though. The spell finished with a soft flash of blue-white flame flickering into life on his dangling toes, it would slowly creep up but not a real concern at this point. She walks around him to the door to find the same young boy waiting outside, though this time before the sounds of pain started. She gestures the boy back before shutting the door firmly.

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"And what are you waiting for today?" She asks with blank look on her face. It's always good to set an air of authority her Mother told her. The boy seemed to glance at the closed door before speaking.

"Sorry miss, there are some people wishing to speak with you, but were...." He glances at the door again, "Wishing to wait until this morning when you could be free?" He says the last as if expecting a something, but even with her enhanced mind Pyra is unsure. Perhaps he was afraid like the man in the room.

"I see," Pyra muses about who could be asking, though it was likely everyone in the inn, considering the late night screams, "I will follow you then. I am done here." Oddly the words brought two quick expressions to the boy's face, though it was his fluffy ears that showed more. One of glee followed by one of fear. Animal features were easier to read for her than the smooth ones of most people. She was also getting a feeling that humans and beastkin didn't get along like the stories Mother told said. People didn't feel glee at someone dying a painful death if they liked them. At least that is how Pyra felt. A few moments later she enters a large room in the center of the inn where the common room was. Most people were eating at tables with a few servants around, and a mixture of different expressions. Pyra loved to try and figure out all the ways a face could move to show things from happy to angry. Which is why she missed the angry look of the man by the doors. The same one that had stayed at the gate when she arrived, so she turned her head as he grabs her arm in a gauntleted hand.

"You woman!" He shouted, causing conversations to die out quickly, there was drama to watch, "What did you do to Edwards?" She tilts her head in confusion which makes him draw his short sword.

"Do you not remember the man who saved you from that wild mongrel, and gave your noble ass a place to sleep for the night." Now this perked a couple of the guests up a bit, but Pyra nodded once.

"Ah, he's slowly burning to death in that room. Though having all his skin melted off last night seemed to be hard to recover from anyway." She didn't know people could get quiet enough that even the outside went dull. The guard had dropped his sword to run through the room dragging the young boy. Pyra stares after him and tries to decide what to do next with her free day.

"Um, Lady?" A young man asks from the nearby table, he looks to be sweating and nervous, "You should probably contact your family or you could be killed for killing a guard. I would be happy to carry a message to them for you." She notes the symbol on his clothes looking like wings and a pen.

"My Mother likely already knows, so it wouldn't do any thing," She says with a flick of her hand, summoning a blue flame, "Besides as a Princess it is my job to make sure punishment is met for crimes." These words had several in the room bolt, a few others ate faster, and a rare few just scoffed.

"You a princess? Of what kingdom? You might have the looks but hardly the attitude." An older man states looking her up and down, he was one of those that scoffed at her. Though the young man was now backing up after having fallen off his chair.

"Well my Mother controls her own land, has many people and servants, and is a powerful user of magic. Also she bows to no king." She says pointing her burning finger at the rude man, "She told me the word for it was 'Imperia'." And just like that the mana in the room twisted, and everyone was tossed back in a ring from Pyra.

Acknowledged Imperia claim. System engaged...

Then the sky turned gray.