They said he was crazy, but I never believed them. He was sane as you and me. He was, though, accused of a crime that he never admitted although evidences were strictly against him.
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"Are you okay?"
Nerva gave a start and found himself looking into Wealthows worried purple eyes. He took a few steps away from her and shook his head. Why did this woman always stared like that like he had some dirt on his nose?
"So where do we go next, Wealthow?" Altair asked, setting his hammer on the ground.
"We cant leave yet." Theodoric spoke, nodding toward the gate, where twelve Wizards were already pouring out of, Arc Wands at the ready. Some of the younger Wizards stopped dead and stared with horror at Nerva.
"Lady Wealthow!" said the High Elder. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, we're okay." Wealthow said at once.
One foolish Wizard, who was probably newly inaugurated just days ago, aimed and performed a Cold Bolt toward Nerva. Nerva was fast and casted a Safety Wall, and in the blink of an eye his gloved hand was tightened around the foolhardy childs neck.
"Nerva, don't!"
"Good lord! Let him go you criminal!"
Nerva dropped the spluttering fool on the ground and retreated with a swish of his cloak. He stared at the Wizards with utmost loathing.
"We're leaving Geffen now." Wealthow explained.
"We still have to meet with Signy and Sibyl in Izlude. Nerva al'Thor is going with us. We shall leave now."
"You're taking him out into the world? When he has killed all twenty different people, all of whom were your predecessors at being the very best in your Job Class?" a female Wizard piped up.
"Are you crazy? He'll kill you all!"
"You say that. If you're in his place." Altair spoke.
The girl shut up. Altair swung his hammer and set it on his shoulder.
"Come on, peeps." He said.
"We've got what we came for. Let's leave the unpleasant air hanging about this place makes me wanna hammer up some ass."
The sixteen year old Blacksmith turned on his heels and marched away followed closely by the Knight. Wealthow placed a hand on Nervas shoulder, and they too, followed suit. The High Elder looked on after, his face white.
"You're going to regret this, Lady Wealthow." He hissed.
"I swear you will, even if I will have to do that again."
Altair Thorne was the friendly type of kid. He always loved making people laugh, especially new members of Firnheild. He went into Midgard Academy for training when he was 8, and graduated with highest marks on Trade and Economics when he was 13, making the Merchant Guild of Alberta go after him with thousands of pleading letters and worthwhile offers.
