The man was right about the distrust. Licht didn't trust this man over a pig. It was hard to truly trust anyone after what she'd been through though. Maybe it was time to just forget it all and go home. While he was out she felt something she hadn't in a while.
Tears wanted to come out of her eyes and so she let them. The little girl who was always so happy began to cry. It was hard for her to to understand all that was happening and why. She wanted her father here to explain things and to comfort her. No she didn't want that either. Licht had ran away from him. That man was just as much a monster as this stranger who kidnapped her.
"Kid.Napped. That's such a strange word." she said to herself in a whisper. Wrapping her arms around herself she took a deep breath. How did this man know who she was in the first place? Unless he had been stalking them he shouldn't have known what her father was capable of. A man who wanted to die? Was it really possible? Shaking the thoughts from her mind the young girl found herself grinning. She wasn't trapped, not yet anyway. There was a warping spell she had gotten from her book, but it wasn't perfect and might kill her.
She had to try though.
Through the town whispers of a man made of metal traveled far. It was not long after that a man wearing a red and black trench coat knelt over a roof. He knew what this was about, and he would not allow it. Times were already troubling enough for him but now he was about to be outed? It was not possible that someone had uncovered his past. It was not feasible to allow someone who might have to live either. This stranger would need to be dealt with.
Bloed Drager tipped his tophat back away from his head and adjusted the bowtie that always hung around his neck. He always dressed for performance because every day was an act. He had to lie to his daughter, who had ran away. He had to hide his magical abilities, because they were dangerous for his life. Now however he would have to locate his daughter. Using a spyscope he had managed to grab off of a dead nomad out in the desert he opened it. This large man would be easy to find if the rumors held to them.
"There we are." he told himself as he disappeared from the rooftop. He would begin to make his way over to the area the large man was. He was quite about it too, ever so careful. The outfit he wore was already crested and coated in dirt, feces, plants, sand, and blood. Blood he could find useful in the upcoming events. When he was at least twenty five feet away from the man, he stopped and watched.