breath.

Ragnarok, in the mean time, had gotten through checking two rooms, both of which were empty. He spared no expense and simply kicked the doors in. He had neither the time nor the patience to check to see if they were locked or not. He had in mind one thing and one thing only, murder. When he came upon the third, with an elated, for he was starting to have some fun in this, and resounding kick, he came yet again to an empty room, though not uninhabited. Signs of habitation were all around, messy bed, small piles of paper, disturbed dust. He checked all of the other places, closet, bathroom, et cetera and found neither wind nor hare of his prey, though this had to be hisevery crack and crevice of this town until he is found. He is not to leave, if he has a ship it's to be burnt. If he has friends, they're to be captured. Make sure you get back to me within the hour.” Saying no more and no more needing be said, Clopis went about to tell the others their orders and Ragnarok headed further into town to see if he couldn't sniff out this foe without the help of the gypsies.

Water. Hot, cascading water, rippling down his back... rippling through him as he finally relaxed enough for flesh to flawlessly merge into smoke. His thoughts became wonderfully vacant, just as clear and unrestrained as the water that rained down upon him, washing away his doubts, fears, and