#70 Cold Then Hot

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Sinking into her lone booth she sipped on the drink before her.

"Still nothing," she sighed out. When would she find any information at all about its location? That old chief was useless when it came to anything besides telling stories.

Bringing her arms together under her cloak she drew the sides closer to contain more warmth. "Why is it so cold all of a sudden," she whispered to herself. Looking over to the fireplace she rubbed her fingers and conjured a spark. With a flick she sent the flame into the dying wood, reigniting it in a blaze.

Much better she thought. "Now really, what to do".

Setting out the coin to pay her tab she was ready to finish what was left of her drink when a rush of cold air blew out the raging flame next to her. With snow trickling in, two men covered in dark clothing entered the pub.

"It is in the best interest that everyone leaves," one of them spat. Not afraid to hold up their weapons confidently many up and walked out the way they came in.

Shivering once again she sat where she was. Even in a place like this, they throw around their authority.

Speckled with white powder on their black uniforms they walked about the tables looking down on those who remained. As they passed her she scrunched her face and conjured a flame. Hard to detect and small at first, they would be in luck if they could remove their clothing in time.

Brushing against them as she got up she made sure they'd at least get a light burn. Pulling her crimson cloak closer as she left, she wondered what her next step would be.

"Where is somewhere that would have info on that forge," she thought out loud as screams echoed behind her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she smirked watching black covered in glowing red dive into the snow. Serves them right for making me cold.

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