Akatosh eyes were still weary from the night with her and the ale. "Morning," says Lavrish in a nostalgic tone. "You sure have a lot of energy." She continues, reading Akatosh's book not the grimoire but the blueprints.

He looked at her for a second and realize she had already known his secret, but didn't flinch. Somehow, he was credence by her trust not anymore falter by his inconsistency.

Wearing his apparel, the morning is still early good for asking her some valuable knowledge. Directly he then asks her something. "Sir. Lucas says you are more than you look." He says with a fatigued tone.

"Did he…" Lavrish Chuckles but were interrupted by Akatosh rumbling hunger.

She jags for a second and conjures a provision using a scroll before Akatosh could take out his own meal. After slowly biting his breakfast Lavrish finally folds the book.

"So, learned anything from it." Humors Akatosh with a smile since he can tell she didn't understand a single word from the book nor the designs.

"How rude…" She said giving him the book.

"I'm curious, how would a powerful arc sage decide to became an adventurer."

"Indeed, an interesting question you have." Says Lavrish but with a despondent tone. "My existence is but unnatural… I'm but a mere artificial, a clone from a deceased person. Funny, for a long time have I spoken these words to someone whom I just met."

"I see…" He answers

"Then if I may, you don't seem to be an ordinary human nor a stillmage, no?" She questions.

"I'm a human, a simple one… but holds the two-sided coin. I think you knew already… a clone or not everyone has a life. You're my first and it's the best I've ever had." Akatosh shrug packing his items. "Should we? Your party members would be anxious for your absence." He continues.

Lavrish didn't answer but jags in flattered by his words and teleport them to the caravan.

The caravan soon again resumes its travel and after crossing five miles they've stopped. Jumping, the pathway opposite to the caravan, he last looks at Lavrish as they both smiles at each other before parting away, a hunch of someday meeting her again.

"Alone again…" Akatosh says with a weary voice.

He steadies his pace walking the beautiful lonely road just as he was scouting the surroundings. The soft howling wind and the falling leave slowly accommodates the lonely traveler.

Three miles track without encountering an enemy nor a pedestrian he notices a cottage fifteen blocks away. Feeling relief since dusk was approaching, he takes a closer look to see the house not abandoned but destroyed by fire.

"Mm-hmm… might be a fire accident or plunged by bandits." He speculates staring at the burned house.

As he enters, he suddenly felt an eerie force calling him, begging for help. Without a second thought, he searches the place brushing off the dirt then a specter materializes three meters away. He unsheathes his sword but stops midway realizing it wasn't an angry wraith.

"Okay… what now." He asks the spirit.

With no response, the spirit merely walks left side then stops pointing at the large burned timbers.

"Okay..." says Akatosh examining the burned woods then gently remove them bit by bit to see a trapdoor. He stares back at the ghost but had long vanished.

"Mm-hmm… I need to be careful." He says ripping out the trapdoor, cautious if that thing is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

He tinder's the torch for a light and as he descends drawing his sword to see two skeletons. Stepping for a closer inspection then as he touches the bones he saw through a vision of fire and screaming echo.

"Please! I beg you, take me instead." The woman cries as they take away her daughter screaming for help. Akatosh peers through the basement to see her husband dead on the spot. The men seem to be bandits at work, burning the whole house to the ground and even throwing the woman in the basement locking her up to death. With the last straw, he notices the child wears a stone necklace engrave in greenish runic as she was drag by the bandits before his vision ends.

Backing away his hand after witnessing the vision he was filled with sudden cold feelings. Gathering their remains after taking a break he then buries them on the side of the house. Placing a stone slab two apparitions appeared right in front of him. He felt no fear between the two ghosts confronting him only the state of redeeming till they vanish as if they've been released from their prison cell.

"Mind if I'm taking a shelter here…" He jokes knowing justice is what it pleads but he doesn't have that kind of righteousness to take.

By striking the flint he warms himself under the basement feeding the fire with branches he gathered a while ago. With no one to talk, no one to share a word he silently bites the meat as to burke his bleakness. Far behind the corner of the staircase he substandard the fire not wanting to attract a murderous company, also to not suffocate himself. With weariness for crossing a mile track since he wasn't used to long mile walking sleep overthrew him in minutes.

Feeling rested for the night with no enemy barging through his sleep he warms himself when the sunrise begins to fall on the land. And after swallowing his breakfast he hesitated to walk again, deciding what to do he gut his equity as he hit the road once again.

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He couldn't do anything for he doesn't know their exact location. He had the power to sever several heads but not him in action, not his strength. The vision continues to gnaw his mind until he felt unsafe after crossing many miles.

Feeling like a sitting duck, trusting his instinct he quickly went towards the forest not too far from the road just a slight in between. With keen perception and the silent help, he could hear the rustling sound of leafy ground pressed by someone.

Keeping calm, he picks up a rock alluring to what hides on the other side of the forest. The first pitch didn't arouse any suspicion but after a couple of tries as he changes position, five goblins emerge but he too was prepared.

Knowing they are still in search, a sound of distraction is all he needs. But before he could set his moves, he notices that they are not normal in familiar with the one he fought.

"I've got to be careful." He notes slowly drawing his sword.

Quite surprised, they didn't sniff him. Their only instinct is to kill him and that's by far one of his luck. As it was, triggering a distraction they all went to where the rock was thrown. He waited for seconds to emerge on his hiding spot chasing the goblins faster than them. And with a quick slash of his sword, he decapitates their head one by one. The weightless and its enchanted edge, the katana did help in ending the battle quickly.

Ignoring the presence of a headless body, he begins to loot whatever he finds their sword, money, potion anything relevant to his journey. Since goblins like to hoard treasures, he manages to loot fifty silver coins and an additional twenty copper. Plus a few weapons to add to his collection.

While taking his time examining their weapons. "Oh… its poison or…" He says looking at the orange substance smeared on the blade.

After ransacking their body, he suddenly heard a puff sound from his right side as one large gnoll and two hobgoblins appears hungry for his life.

"Oh… crap!" He exclaimed drawing his sword as he escapes the place looking for a decent ground to fight these monsters. Adrenalin again gushes his heart giving him a head start. Running in circles he utilizes the glittering dust to boost his survival.

The blast, after throwing the bomb at the gnolls head, quickly staggers the monster for a slight second tearing some of the flesh. Diving through the borders of danger he slices off its right and left arm before the gnolls could recover. The two hobgoblins however manage to club his magical armor throwing him five meters.

Through his resolve, he manages to again scramble barely escaping the hammering of the hobgoblins.

"You should have gone for the head"

Without the armor that absorbs the damage, he would have suffered a lot worse. It was different this time the damage gave a slight injury to his body. Realizing they are not in themselves and had no slight thinking to use he decided to take them head-on.

He closes their distance, knowing their large body needed a space to maneuver their attack, he manages to piece by piece amputate their limbs. Before he could decapitate the last hobgoblins, the ground ruptures entangling the monster.

"What the--" He backs away to a safer distance witnessing the hobgoblins slowly turn to earth. His heart begins to rumble, even more, perceiving a greater danger is in front of him.

He waited for seconds to pass to see a group of elves suddenly appears. Without wasting time, he quickly sheaths his sword fixing his shroud hiding the armor. They were five of them, two female archers, two male fighters, and one mage.

Unsure if it were good to interact with them but he thought it is best to get out before he could raise more suspicion.

"May I have a moment with you, human." The elven mage asks, seeing the torn limbs and headless carcass. And without the bracelet that masks his identity, he would have been falsely exposed.

"Need something?" He boldly responds looking at their refined items of clothing and blond silky hair.

"Traveling in this land is dangerous for a lone human." He intimidates Akatosh.

"It sure is, but I need to get going." He tiredly said avoiding any other interaction.

"Hold human… would you tell us about--" The mage said insisting Akatosh.

Akatosh sigh. "Look, if you want to ask me about the monster. Well, I just recently met them on the road and manage to avoid their ambush." He interrupts.

The mage looked at the other female archer. "He's telling the truth," the female says using their elven language.

"I see…" The mage sigh, "There is a foul magic in this land an abomination--"

"Mm-hmm…" Again Akatosh interrupts.

"Just be an aware traveler." The mage says with a tired and frustrated tone as they head through the thick woods.

"Mm-hmm… elves sure are one fine beauty only a little bit skinny." He notes stepping out of the ravine.

Hours of walking, brushing stones and lonely whistling on the road he finally has the sight of a small town as he emerges through the forest. It was a small village in a valley no doubt about it.

Appearing like an adventurer in the open village with little walls to keep the townsfolk safe nothing to hold an invading horde of monsters or marauders. But even in its unprotected state the people however were not alarmed.

"Guess rumors are rumors." He thought searching for an inn.

He peers through the place, the people to be shocked by a mix-up race. There were elves peacefully conversing with a human, gnome merchant lively cries their goods and wares. The place is good for wandering but finding a place and information is his priority.

"Excuse me sir do you know where a place to stay." He asks the man since there isn't an inn through every place.

"An adventurer ehh… well if you're looking for a place to stay you may head through the inn the so-called extension of the guild or whatever they called it. But if you're looking for a warm night with a partner then head for the brothel." The man shrug.

"I see… Then may I ask where this inn is you mention."

"Look, that bridge over there…" pointing the bridge, "Head there and turn right that's all, now I have something I must do," he says leaving.

"Thanks then," Akatosh says following the man's advice.

From the outside of the building, he could hear the noises of drunk people.

"This will be a hustle for the night." He said opening the door.

As it was, some people will stare at him if they have an interest in him then soon returns to their things, playing cards, dice, and such. He threads ignoring the people, separating the money before going inside he ask the innkeeper for a room but were first to interact.

"Need an ale young lad?" The innkeeper says.

"Quite… I just need a room for tonight if there's any space left..." He says sitting on the stool. "And a meal would ya."

"You're in luck we've only got one left--"

"How much is it." Akatosh interrupts but before he could slip a coin through his fingers.

"I'll pay for that room!" Chifya says placing four silver coins on the desk.

"Friends of yours?" The innkeeper says confused by the two of them.

"He's my companion," Chifya says.

"How the hell you doing here!" Akatosh thought to himself, petrified by her sudden appearance.

The innkeeper looked at Akatosh in stupefy mood. "The room is yours," He says, gathering the four-silver coin.

"Well… time to hit the brothel." Akatosh stood but Chifya quickly grabs his arms, giving him some sort of a letter.

After reading the text he looked at her face to see if she's serious. "Fine but I need my meal first, you can go to your room I'll be there in a minute." He continues but Chifya just stays still retaining his words.

"Gahh… give us two orders of meal would ya." He says towards the innkeeper, presuming she must have used all that coin she had left.

"So, how did you know my whereabouts." He asks waiting for their orders.

"It's simple, remember the map with Riya."

"Oh… I forgot about that, so why all for something like me." He questions her.

"We'll talk in the room." She said ignoring his other question.

"Fine."