Reaching our group the patrolman. Stepped in between us, and the group from Ravens Fare. The first thing I noticed after he stepped between us. Was the rough, and dull runes lining his uniform, flashing repeatedly. They might have looked unassuming, but my talent made it very clear they were beyond sturdy.

With his shoulders tensed, in preparation for trouble. Lifting his hands, out towards both our parties. In a gruff voice, the Patrolman Said, "I'm going to need to see all of your permits. There will no fighting, and you all will be getting marked with a warning. For attempting to violate the peace. Am I understood?"

Instead of following the orders given by the patrolman. The man in the middle of the group. With a long nose that made him look like a rat, stepped forward. With a slimy smile and a nasal whine. He said, "We weren't going to fight, we're just friends with little rivalry. There's no need to give us a warning, right?" As the lie rolled off his tongue. I saw a rune on the patrolman's jacket, vibrate and release a flash red.

The Scowl on the patrolman's face deepened. Shooting the rat-faced man, a disgusted look. He said, "Are you sure you want to continue with that line? If you do, I feel obligated to tell you. I have a truth-telling incantation, ready to verify your statement."

I watched as the rat-faced man's face. Paled in fright, from being caught in a lie. Spluttering, he said, "Umm… no, no need to bother you, with the extra work."

Fumbling, at the shoddy brass-buckle that hung from his side: It looked like a small plate with a chunk of smoky-quartz crystal in the middle, with runes spiraling out from its center. That made it evident that it was his spatial focus. Pulling out his permit and handing it to the patrolman. He said, "Here's.. my permit, sir. Do you need anything else?"

He obviously wasn't as strong-willed. As the previous leader, of the thugs from ravens fare. The toady henchmen by his side hurried to follow his lead. Reaching for their spatial focuses and handing over their permits to the patrolman. Noticing, Alfred pulling his permit, from his spatial focus. While also not wanting to get the third-degree, like the rat-faced man. I reached for my spatial focus, pulling out my permit. I handed it to the patrolman after Alfred had handed his permit over.

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Back across Free city, in the Mystia Cafe. In a cozy private room, that was obviously an office. Sitting behind the honey oak desk, was Madame Astred. With a tired frown on her face, she drank a cup of soothing tea. A blue glow started to shine on the chair across from her. As little white specks of light began to shift inside the blue glow. A projection of Mancin took shape. Coughing, the projection opened its mouth. It said, "Can you hear me okay, Astred?"

As Madame Astred placed her teacup, on the coaster in front of her. Letting out a sigh, she said, "Yes, Mancin I can hear you just fine. I take it you're contacting me, about the group of younglings you sent my way?"

As the Projection of Mancin shifted forward. It said, "Yes, how was it, were you able to help them with their problems at all?" Turning its head, the projection froze. As the edges of the projection blurred slightly. Looking at Madame Astred, It said, "Oh, yes Daphnia, wanted me to tell you hello and asked if you were doing well?"

Giving the projection, a slight smile. Madame Astred said, "That sounds just like Daphnia. Tell her I'm doing fine, and we should definitely get together sometime soon. As for that interesting group of younglings. I was able to provide some assistance to young Alfred and your daughter. Alfred's talent has definitely gotten stronger. Since the last time, I saw him, which can be expected. Luckily, Madison's talent, on the other hand, has stayed the same. It's unfair how that poor sweet girl. Got saddled with such a vicious talent. That kyle though, I couldn't help him even having him go through my tea ceremony. Was a bad idea, I didn't realize how sensitive his talent makes him."

The projections smile slowly slipped from its face. As Madame Astred had continued to report her findings. A deep sigh came from the projection. As it gave Madame Astred a slight bow, It said, "Thank you Astred, even though you couldn't help kyle. You still tried, and this is a great clue we can take with us. When we talk to Desmond, about Kyl's talent. At least you were able to help the others, so that makes it worth it."

As the patrolman was going over our permits. I heard a familiar high-pitched yell, coming from my left. Turning to see, Madison maneuvering through the crowd, racing towards us. But I wasn't the only one to notice her shouting. As the patrolman looked up from reading our permits. I saw the minute he laid eyes on Madison. The stony frown on his face softened into a slight smile.