Licking Wounds

The two Helians of the faith naturally stuck together, parting from their enemies in the alleyways. Voah unconsciously headed toward her latest encampment in a one story hovel closer to the docks as the Helian man followed watching their backs.

She huffed to herself feeling spited as she walked, looking down at the wounds on her arm and thigh. Now she was going to have to explain herself to this Helian who might well be coming to track her down for all she knew.

Malacost clutched his shoulder. He had pulled the dagger out and let the blood flow from his shoulder to let it clean the wound from any possible infection. Although he would have to bind it soon.

The woman he was following was clearly an Helian. He had heard her speak Mizarian. Plus she had parted the witch's magik as if it was nothing.

Her sword. He was sure he has seen it before. But he kept quiet. He needed to find out more about her first and what had made her come to his rescue. What she was doing here in the Holy City.

For a moment he prayed that her presence here meant that The Purger would not be be too far behind.

For the first few minutes, Voah didn't speak, running over in her head the possibilities and they all came down to the same conclusion. There was no way the Inquisition made it this far to find her already, besides, the man didn't really seem equipped with the right tools for such a venture.

Voah shouldn't have felt conflicted about the thought, but the Helian had likely been the one responsible for killing the girl on the pyre, possibly others. And he had probably been here for some time. Then again, for all she knew, it could've been the dark robes or the witch. A Mizaran witch, dressed in Odon and Ozainae garbs... That didn't add up.

"Who are you?" Voah asked, slowing her pace and turning to look back at him.

"Name is Alcuin. Thank you for your help." He said looking her over trying to see past her disguise. "If you had not turned up I would have died for sure..." He told her.

Alcuin… she didn’t recognize his face but the name sounded familiar, but Voah couldn’t place where she had heard it before.

“Yes, she was formidable to be sure… Are you alright?” she inquired, checking on his condition.

For now, Voah kept her theories for his presence in Gra’akast tucked away. She had no immediate reason to fully distrust the man and they continued toward the hideout.

He shrugged starting to pulled some cloth from his now ruined robe to dress the bleeding wound on his shoulder. "I'll live. I thought I had her this time. Been chasing her since Fang." He offered. "You don't look like any Mizarian I have seen before. And that sword." He said putting at her scabbard. "Are you with Inquisition? Who do I owe my life too?" He asked.