Dremmick nodded, "Alright, but lets not get carried away. Hes taken on groups of mages himself just fine, I would be on my guard if anything." As they walked, he looked down at his arm and clenched his fist. Jailers were trained to be able to fight mages even without magic, that wa even highly skilled regular people could join. Dremmick was a top fighter in being able to fight mages without using an ounce of magic, and praised throughout the guild for his skill. Even so, he wasn't sure he could face Ander without the use of his magic. He hoped he wouldn't have to expose himself to the other mages in this fight, it was bad enough Leon knew what he did already. As he guessed, there were members of the Jailers lurking around, waiting and watching to see how the fight would end. A magic was keeping them both invisible and impossible to sense by anyone who did not bear the mark of a Jailer. If he exposed himself here, it could mean death.
Dremmick took a deep breath. He wasn't sure if he could fight Ander. To him, he was still an ally and a friend. However, if he betrayed his guild, it would have dire, often deadly consequences. To betray a normal guild was like betraying a town, it would mean exile and you could just move on somewhere else. But to betray the Jailers, who serves over the whole country, it would be betraying the crown, and a death penalty would be applied like it is on Ander. "Man, no matter how I look at it this mission could quite possibly end in disaster." He thought to himself.
With resolve he looked back over to the hotel across the slums. "Forgive me Terra," he thought to himself. "Alright, lets go get him, he said as he moved forward. In his right hand he held and intricate yet robust dagger with the point down, and around his left arm, a rope was spun around it with a heavy, wicked looking rope dart at the end of it which he held on to like a second knife facing forward.
Ander finished his fish and chased it down with some warm water that was in his canteen. He had the feeling he was being watched, and not by the Jailers that he could tell were waiting on the sidelines either. In fact, that's how he knew there were people on the way to find him, because they would have moved in already had there not been.
Giving into instinct he went ahead and spoke up after wiping his mouth with a cloth. "What do you want? You should leave, this place isn't safe," he said to nobody in-particular. If someone was there they may answer, if not, well, then nobody heard him so it didn't matter. Of coarse there is always the chance they just won't say anything. Ander stood up from the bed he was sitting on and checked his gear, it was all in place. When he took out the large silvery crystal, "Crystal form: blade" and it morphed into a crystalline blade that fit into his katar handle and he sheathed it. Four shards appeared and floated around him for a second before he set the water and lightning crystal shards in the steel crest on his chest, leaving the fire and sleep shards in the pouch at his side. He then jumped out from the big hole in the wall and climbed up to the top ridge of the roof about two stories up, still waiting for an answer to his question, if there was even anyone there in the first place.