Malinton could feel the heat in the air as he rode his horse, closer to the council house fo the Ilu Of Fate and divination. H eid dnot kike the idea of which he whas to come back here because he could almost swear the tensopn in the air was as thick as bread, laden with butter.
Of all the places to be at right about now, coming back to the Ilu Ifa was not the most pleasant place to be. He had been on a mission back then, all on the mission to get to the Blue Moon Mercenary Alliance House to get a bounty filed in.
It was a simple matter that the council of the Ilu Ifa had thought it important to be a part of but then again, they could not just go all out and then soil their hands in the public. The motivation had been to make the job seem like it was fate playing out all against itself.
