"Delightful! I look forward to meeting the other great adventures!" Heinrich said in response, following the pair as they made their way to the palace.
However, upon arrival, a large gang of sorts was standing in the entrance, collapsed guards and such scattered the area, evidence of their apparent break in. It seemed to be your typical rough crowd of cackling mercenaries and such, so with a sigh, Heinrich reached into his pocket. From it, he pulled a small wooden box, no bigger than a lighter, and with a slight shuffle, it moved under his mask and seemingly consumed it's contents. His single orange eye gleamed as he felt the gunpowder rush through his veins, sounds becoming more crisp, his vision becoming so clear, while feeling his muscles tighten and strengthen. "Right right, now that is settled, I say we convince this mob of ruffians that today was a bad day to go about smashing up the palace of the esteem land of Fire!"
Stepping forward, now with renewed vision, he once again surveyed the crowd of enemies, letting his senses find their most destructive target. Eye closed, he weaved his sense through the crowd, before smiling under his mask upon finding what he was looking for. A man had who had the largest amount of gunpowder... yes, probably wielding a rifle of sorts. Heinrich opened his eyes, preparing to detonate the mans store of gunpowde- "But a moment! By the gods above is that you Falma? I say! Query! Query I say, is that you Falma and Grafl? Why, it was only this morning since the last I saw of you two!" As if totally ignoring the situation, Heinrich approached the two. "Good to see the both of you. If it wasn't for your ride, I would have never found the Oracle in good time! Actually, speaking of that, I say what are the two of you doing here of all places, among this mob?"
@Darkmoon Angel
However, upon arrival, a large gang of sorts was standing in the entrance, collapsed guards and such scattered the area, evidence of their apparent break in. It seemed to be your typical rough crowd of cackling mercenaries and such, so with a sigh, Heinrich reached into his pocket. From it, he pulled a small wooden box, no bigger than a lighter, and with a slight shuffle, it moved under his mask and seemingly consumed it's contents. His single orange eye gleamed as he felt the gunpowder rush through his veins, sounds becoming more crisp, his vision becoming so clear, while feeling his muscles tighten and strengthen. "Right right, now that is settled, I say we convince this mob of ruffians that today was a bad day to go about smashing up the palace of the esteem land of Fire!"
Stepping forward, now with renewed vision, he once again surveyed the crowd of enemies, letting his senses find their most destructive target. Eye closed, he weaved his sense through the crowd, before smiling under his mask upon finding what he was looking for. A man had who had the largest amount of gunpowder... yes, probably wielding a rifle of sorts. Heinrich opened his eyes, preparing to detonate the mans store of gunpowde- "But a moment! By the gods above is that you Falma? I say! Query! Query I say, is that you Falma and Grafl? Why, it was only this morning since the last I saw of you two!" As if totally ignoring the situation, Heinrich approached the two. "Good to see the both of you. If it wasn't for your ride, I would have never found the Oracle in good time! Actually, speaking of that, I say what are the two of you doing here of all places, among this mob?"
@Darkmoon Angel
