"Mistress, what about all these witnesses? They'll surely try and have us arrested after this"
Mikel looked up at his Mistress with worried eyes.
"You dont have to worry about that. I wouldn't of acted so rashly if I thought it would cause trouble for us." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small purple pouch.
"I cant make them forget what they saw, but I can tweak what they remembered abit."
She opened the purple pouch to reveal a familiar black power. The same curse dust she used on her own father. All the caster had to do was chant the outcome they wanted, and if they were powerful enoug, then it would happen just as they wanted.
Casting a curse on a crowd this large was something that would drain amost all of her magic, but it was still very do-able for her.
She poured the powder into to the middle of her palm and closed her eyes in concentration.
"All you will remember is the men who lost their minds from alcohol. They killed eachother, and then the two survivors went stripped themselves naked. Just another case of stupid men being controlled by alcohol" she almost felt like laughing at such a story, but she knew the crowd would still believe her regardless of how far fetched it was.
The dust blew into the wind, slowly cascading down onto all the surrounding bystanders. Their frightened expressions soften, and they began to talk about their version of what happened amongst themselves. Some found it humorous and others was terrified such a thing happened.
"I cant believe those men went crazy like that!"
"After seeing that I'll never drink again."
"I didnt know such men even lived in the city."
"Hahaha! Those idiots are naked!"
She was practically invisible to the people around her by this point. To the crowd, she was just another bystander. Because she didnt put herself in her story, she was completely forgotten just like that.
Normal humans with little or no magic power were easily to manipulate. Their minds had no protection like a mage's would. The barrier that surrounds a mage or magician kept them protected from such psychological attacks. These poor folk were easy puppets ready for her to control as she saw fit.
If it wasn't such a hard spell to cast, she would do it all the time. Unfortunately for her, using up so much magic at once was extremely bad for her health, and was only to be used when left with no other choice.
Just as if the scene had nothing to do with her, she began to make her way back threw the streets were she came from.
Feeling tired after using up so much magic, finding her guild as quickly as possible to get some rest was her number one priority at the moment.
The problem was, she had never actually been to the Guild before now. She didnt really know where it was. Before now, she never had the ability to go where she pleased. She could only control things from the tower, being here in person was completely different situation.
"Mikel, do you think you could sniff out Alistair with so many people around?"
"It will be hard with so many different people and all their different scents in the way, but Mikel thinks he can do it!"
Slowly, the boy on her hip morphed into a small black cat, and jumped swiftly out of her arms and landed on the ground. He stared sniffing the ground as he walked, with Amiria flowing closely behind.
"Mikel think he is this way." His small feline face temporarily looked back and nodded at her before he continued on the trail.
She was glad she told Alistair to meet her at the Guild, other wise she might of had to wonder around such a large city for days before she found the Guild.
After about two hours of walking, she followed Mikel all the way to a set of familiar large brass gate. The building behind it was extravagant, with three floors and a large fence surrounding it. There was a wood plank that hung on the gate read "Singing Brooks Pavilion".
Finally. She was finaly at her Thieves Guild! The Singing Brook Pavilion was just a disguise to protect them from being caught by the rich families that they robbed. No one would of guess that a herb shop would really be the main headquarters of the famous Thieves Guild.
It was truly the perfect cover!
She took her hand and loudly knocked on the brass gate infront of her, eager to go inside and find her bed.
A shockingly familiar man with long black hair and a white loose robe opened the door with a smug smile plastered on his face.
"I thought you would never show up!" The man laughed heartily at her, then engulfed her into his embrace before she had a chance to retaliate.
Amiria couldn't help but be completely surprised.
She thought she lost this psycho! How did he end up at her Thieves Guild when she had never even spoken to him about it or its where abouts? Even if she had, the Guild was cleverly disguised! How was it possible he found it before her??
"Zevran.. how.. How.. did you get here?!" She became instantly flustered at his sudden intimacy, and struggled in vain to escape his grasp.
"I know things. You could say I know everything about you." A wicked grin curled up his lips making him look charming and a bit mischievous. Using one hand to gently brush a strand of silver hair behind her ear, he planted a affectionate kiss on her forehead.
He couldn't help but tease her when she looked so cute! It was his new favorite pastime to pick on his adorable wife.
"Wife, you really kept me waiting for so long."
"I AM NO ONES WIFE YOU NASTY TOMB RAT!!"
She could no long hold in her rage. She was too tired to play these games with this psycho.
With all the might she could muster up, she took her right fist and slammed it into his cheek, sending him only a couple steps back. Any other man would of been sent flying, but Zevran definitely wasnt a normal man. He was abnormally strong compared to mortal men.
She could help but recall that he was truly a demon, inside and out!
His eyes smoldered, almost boring a hole into her scull. His hand gingerly held the cheek she had hit. He looked so amused that it pissed her off.
"Wife, you have quite the sexy right hook."
This man was a monster! How can a man find it attractive to be hit in the face? She held nothing back with that punch, and he was acting as if a simple mosquito had landed on his cheek.
His reaction only made her even more furious. Her jaw clenched and she growled her words.
"Get. out. of. my. way."
"I wasn't stopping you." he chuckled, "I was just welcoming my beautiful wife home after she returned from a long journey." He looked so smug and irritatingly calm. Like her hitting him was all in good fun.
How could someone so annoying be so good looking? Maybe the gods felt like his looks would compensate for his lack of brains.