Meth was looking in the first few pages in his journal. He then stopped on page ten. "Oh I haven't used this in a while. I wonder if I can still do it?" He closed the book and put it in his leather satchel. He chanted and began to spin his staff. Switching it from one hand to another. His spinning came faster till his staff was a blur. Meth smiled and then took off like a shot. (Haste) A gust of wind moved down the halls of the castle with a vague oldman shaped blur at the front of it. He passed Lidia and Sang in the courtyard, knocking them both down as he passed so quickly. A swirl of papers behind him.

"WHEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee............." Said as he ran into the great hall.

Lidia had agreed to let Sang help her find where Iris and her fortunes... er father was, since he seemed to be the only one who wasn't biased against her.

They were walking through the nobel marketplace when a blur of an old man shot by. "...That was weird...." She said, then she spotted Darilk, <Uh oh. He's the scary one.>

(OOC: anyone can follow us, in fact, I recommend following us. After SS resonds to :azy Man's character's question, of course. ^^;; )

Apparently, everybody was meeting up at the marketplace. After everyone else had left, he had wondered off, and somehow Truce had come upon this place just as the others had.

Grinning, he walked through with both hands behind his head, taking a look all around. Wow, look at that! And that! And this! And that! And this! And that! And this! And That! And those!

That train of thought continued for a while. Anyway, he's there, not noticing anyone or anything beside the goods.

That was when he walked into someone. "Ow!" he yelled as he fell to the floor.

ooc-I somehow imagine Darilk being that person who he walks into...but it can be anyone, PC or NPC.

Darilk's foot moved back half a step to steady himself as the shield bearer bounced off of him and landed on the ground. The cold gaze of the knight fell on Truce, but Darilk didn't seem very threatening at the moment, instead electing to bend over and offer an arm to the man he recognized from before wordlessly.

Kal was still following them when he raised an eyebrow to Dart.

"'Kay. Give me a moment though. And you'll have to wait until I get a moment to spare or something."

He took out his handy dandy little book, and found the fire resistant materials.

"Do you have actual gloves? If you do I can turn them into Abestos. Either that or I mess around with sand, but the gloves are easier."

Meth bolted out of the Great hall and ran toward Kal. He then veered and ran toward Darilk and turned quickly letting the gust strike the dark knight in the back. He then moved toward some grass and fell over breathing faster than hyper ventilating, and yet he sounded out of breath.

"GODTHATWASFUNIWANT To do it again." He said his voice started really fast and high pitch but gradually slowed and resumed back to it's normal speed. His breath returned back to a normal rate. He then started to cough violently.

Kal completely ignored the senile mage.

"Actually...any form of glove would be easier to do, but leather would work the best for what you want. At least for the transmutation."

"I'll buy a pair once we get to an inn or something. Unless of course you're doing something else around then."

"Probably sleeping. But I'm sure it won't hurt too much if I forget that for about half an hour. Or less."

Vult joined the small group wordlessly, since he was still admiring his fancy new gloves.

Damn, do these fingerless gloves look badass! They're even real leather, not some cheap imitation! I even managed to snag the last black pair she had. Mmmmm....

He resolved to follow the dark knight, since Darilik seemed to be the best meat shield out of them all. Then proceeded to zone out in his lust of material goods.