Mors looked around the stylish room. "Kara?"

A seductive voice came from the bathroom door towards the back of the room as a long slender leg emerged and dangled enticingly before a stunningly beautiful head popped round the corner. Vibrant, amber eyes stared at Mors as a mischievous grin spread across dark red lips. "Miss me?"

Completely ignoring her provocative tease, Mors growled impatiently. "Get dressed now; we're leaving."

"That wasn't the reaction I was hoping for." Pouted Kara as she stepped out of the bathroom in a tight, red leather outfit that perfectly complemented her long, slender legs and ample, barely covered chest. Fixing a silver dagger to her waist, she looked at Mors. "So...What have you done this time?"

"Oh nothing much, yours truly just figuratively slapped the Lord of this cities son in front of all the people the little maggot was trying to impress while being an obnoxious smart alec."

"Oh... is that all?" Said Kara in a confused voice as she crossed her arms, trying to emphasise her newly acquired bust. "Doesn't sound like much."

Mors irritably huffed as he grabbed his recently purchased satchel and started stuffing their belongings inside. "You don't become Lord of a city that sits on the edge of the most dangerous desert without being semi-competent. Even if the father doesn't act, that brat will no doubt take matters into his own hands."

Kara's face brightened. "OOOH, a chance to test out my new strength."

Mors pinched the arch of his nose. "I already have one battle manic, pick another profession... speaking of which where's Runt?"

As if waiting for her named to be called, Runt ran out the bathroom and excitedly jumped on the bed, knocking the cocoon remnants to the floor.

"I need to find some sensible, male company. I wonder if that kid with the glasses is looking for a new group, seemed sensible enough." Muttered Mors as he closed the bag, flinging it over his shoulder before throwing a long purple cloak at Kara. "And for the love of all that is modest, cover up, If we are not attacked by someone trying to kill us it will be someone trying to take advantage of you."

Kara bounced up and down on the spot, which for someone her age, seemed rather silly and for a typical man, very distracting. "So you believe I am beautiful enough to be attacked?"

"No, I think you're stupid enough to be attacked. MOVE!" Yelled Mors as he pushed Kara out the door.

Snickering Kara followed Mors as he passed her in the corridor. "Hehe wasn't me who caused us to be chased out of town, this time. Do I get a reward?"

"Yes, you can have a blue peter badge and a 'shut the fuck up' medal" Snapped Mors.

"Whats a blue peter badge? Is it something good?" Realising she was being ignored, Kara grabbed Mors' shoulder, only to be pinned to the wall as he whirled around. "Why are you acting so grumpy? It's not like you have killed one of them, is it?"

Black mist was leaking out of his bloodshot eyes as his pupils dilating and constricting rapidly.

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Mors removed his arm, letting Kara slump down. "Sorry... I don't know what's come over me. Maybe it's lack of sleep but ever since I bumped into that little prick, all I can think about doing is painting the town red, and not in the conventional sense."

Kara rose to her feet and cautiously asked another question. "But we are in a city? what town are you going to paint?"

With a loud crack, a black bolt of lightning leapt from Mors' body, cutting a massive slice out of the wall before flickering into nothingness, as he spat a torrent of curses and went down the stairs. "That's fucking it; I need to get my brother and force him to remember! I cant deal with this anymore."

Kara and Runt looked at each other in unspoken understanding. "He's been drinking?"

Jumping down the stairs, Kara and Runt nearly crashed straight into Mors, who was now motionless at the bottom, causing them to smash into the wall opposite.

"Why did you sto..." Kara held her nose as she looked out into the lobby where 40 armed men wearing light leather armour were standing glaring at them.

An arrogant voice rang out breaking the silence. "Oh, you have a lady with you. Why don't you let me see her face? If she's pretty enough, I might let her work for me."

Kara immediately hid behind Mors, clutching his arm causing Mors to grit his teeth. "Really? It's only a couple of weaklings. I thought you wanted to test out your strength?"

Kara pressed tightly to Mors, making him feel slightly uncomfortable as she hid her face behind his back. "P..pplease."

The blonde haired youth stepped forward. "Hahaha, I take it back, that wretch and mutt can join you in the dungeons. I am sure the prisoners would be thankful for a bit of... fresh meat."

Mors continued to grind his teeth. -"The shit will really hit the fan if you kill them. It's not that hard, just walk back up the stairs and jump out a window. No one has to die and no angry fathers, adventurers or armies need to hunt you down, no wanted posters or assassins. Just a few dozen steps and you can get back to hunting those adepts in peace... how much more fun will that be. I can always return and take care of matters here when they are looking the other way."

"Hahaha, look at him, scared stiff. I'm surprised he hasn't wet himself yet. This is the problem with commoners... They have no backbone or spirit. They see a noble and instinctively know their place. Occasionally you get one like this miserable cur, who wants to try and bite the hand that feeds it." Lectured David as he span around, making eye contact with all the spectators.

-"Just a couple of kills... I mean steps, and I can slaughter them all... walk away without any regrets... future issues."

Taking another large step forward, David laughed. "I'm not a demon; I will forgive you if you and your bitch kneel before me and lick the soles of my boot while apologising as if you life depends on it... which it does. And just in case your stupid, I am not talking about the dog."

-"Fuck it."