Emora walked through Reajh, trying to be as casual as possible. Being a magic user in Connlaoth was not a good thing. However she couldn’t help getting the feeling that her sister Dalisme was there, in this country. Dalisme was a magic user too but was far more reckless than her older twin Emora. And Dalisme would have no qualms about causing trouble either.
Emora glanced around the streets of Reajh. The city had been bustling not so long ago but as it got darker the streets were beginning to empty. The sound from the tavern could be heard a little while off, obviously filling with people who had finished their work for the day and as Emora neared it the noise got louder. Taverns were always a good source of information but they were also notorious for being full of drunken men who would always flirt with her. It wasn’t like she was that attractive, she had red hair, was quite short and small and had crimson eyes but despite that was fairly plain.
Whilst she had been in Connlaoth Emora had to be very careful, her magic had a habit of activating itself when she was nervous and since she had been in the magic fearing country she had been terrified.
She turned into the street that the tavern was on and saw a couple of men ahead of her. One was talking to the other but Emora couldn’t make out what he was saying. The taller one stopped suddenly causing the other to walk into him then after a few seconds the smaller one collapsed.
“Jazz, Jazz! Jasper!� the man shouted to his fallen companion, “Come on Jazz wake up!�
Emora didn’t even need to think, she ran up down the street towards the two men. She could use healing magic and it was her sworn duty to help someone in need.
As soon as she reached the two men she knelt down next to the unconscious man, noticing he was very pale and placed a hand on his forehead. He was warm, very warm.
“Fevered…� Emora muttered.
