[center][U][B]I'onriyi Stonehand[/B][/U][/center]

I'on's head had to arch back somewhat to look up at the human, but his gaze was unwavering. The annoyance faltered momentarily, weakening somewhat in that moment before he glanced towards the stranger. [B]"I see..."[/B] the penin's staff grew noticeably dimmer, as he ceased casting his spell. Some of the energy was lost, but the majority of it was pulled into one of the crystal prisons embedded in the weapon, which he put back in its strap, which was located on his back. Throughout the whole maneuver, the penin's eyes never left the stranger's form, and his left arm remained somewhat tense. Only after the robed figure relaxed his stance did the tension drain away from his body. [B]"I doubt he'll be pleased,"[/B] I'on stated, eyes briefly glancing at the body before flickering away to rest briefly on Ixion, and then the stranger, "What's your name?"

While his guard never entirely dropped, mostly due to his years as a mercenary, I'on appeared far more relaxed now. Nonetheless, he kept his shoulders squared and his hands ready. Despite looking relaxed his tiredness never shone through, making it seem as if he was indeed ready to go back into battle, full tilt if needed.

He wasn't.

He really just wanted to go lay in his bed and sleep at least the rest of the day away. Nonetheless, it seemed he had a bit more business to take care of, important business. Once Morgan had answered, the penin looked to Blue's body once more and his brow furrowed. Marcus would not be at all happy with this, he thought, but these two were lucky he'd been around to see it. That way he could attest to their innocence in the matter, and he knew that the guards, and the duke himself, would trust his word. [B]"You lot are lucky. Even if you'd left her here and had only been passersby, your magical energy might've been picked up and ya could've been tracked. Perhaps by one of the sniffers..."[/B] he trailed off for a moment, shaking his head and letting out a sigh. It was a waste of life, Blue's death. Too bad there'd been such an unfortunate misunderstanding between her and this lot. [B]"Now that I'm here neither of you will take any blame for it. I saw the Fixer with my own eyes I did. Tried to kill one of you, and certainly would've done in the other,"[/B] he nodded towards Morgan. [B]"Regardless, I think the two of you should stick around awhile, just so no one suspects you of something 'cause you left the city in a hurry. I know a cozy little in that'd put you up, doesn't cost much and if you need any help there I don't mind lending a coin."[/B]

Usually I'onriyi was not an openly generous man, but in his opinion they had done well. It was the equivalent of alerting the authorities of a murder, and giving a definite subject for them to look for. Though the Fixer was certainly a dangerous man to be hunting, the mage thought. He'd make an exception for these two, if they accepted. All the better that the Drunken Dove was near his own establishment. It'd be easy to keep an eye on them...after he shut his and got a solid eight hours of sleep. Hopefully uninterrupted. The last thing he needed to do now, after they accepted or declined, was [I]actually[/I] notify the guardsman and explain the situation. They could pass on the message and then he could go get some shuteye. Yeah, that sounded peachy.

He just hoped that nothing in the planes'd decide otherwise before he slept.