It was a cold evening. The sky was grey with hardly not a cloud and the raging sun could barely be seen. It was a rainy day for rain dropped from the skies flooding the surface. It would nearly be impossible for one to walk around without a coat or jacket as it was so cold as if it was snowing. Just being outdoors gave you the chills. There was a man through a dirty town's street with every bit of his identity covered. He was searching for something. This man's identity was Feran, he had been getting a lot of leads on the attack on the town, and the attack targeted the mayor. He wished to know if these two attacks were connected in any way possible so he used information from almost all of the captured men's identities and traced for anyone related to them. He had no access to their cells or no way to question them himself, so he had to take matters into his own hands. Why? It was simple if these attacks kept getting launched on Třekov hid town and his family would be endangered. Feran wore a big black coat with his hood covering his head, as he passed anyone he ducked his head down hiding his identity. He was in the town of Rosemury.
As Feran was roaming the town someone then stopped and asked him, " Hello, are you perhaps a monk from Erith?"
As Feran turned around, he saw a harmless short old man. The old man had a buzz cut and the nose of a troll, his face was round while his jaw protruded into his cheekbones, his swollen purples lips stretched nearly onto his jaw and he had big round brown eyes. This midget of an old man wore a dirty tunic.
" There you are!" Feran smirked.
Feran lugged the old man onto the wall which he stood by the hardest he could, he then squashed the man's already permanently damaged face into the wall.
" Tell me, are you one of those masked men?" Feran said.
" No– No, I'm not, I-I swear." The man pleaded.
" So you're saying you don't know about the attack on my town?" Feran aggressively asked.
" I know nothing of that! Let me go, please!"
" Oh, so you, Dasterian Jabal who had the most connections between all the arrested masked men say you know nothing of them?" Feran then yanked the man from the wall," I believe you." Feran dusted the man's clothes and fixed him up as if nothing happened all while smiling.
As the old man, Dasterian thought he was getting permission to go, he was mistaken. Feran spun the man's body around and pushed him on the floor before dropping on the old man. He punched continuously to the point where the old man Dasterian got even more ugly. As he punched, blood circled the rain-flooded floors. The old man's face now looked even more like a wreck.
" Fine! Fine! Fine!" He cried out.
" Spit it out and who knows, I might let you go," Feran answered.
" I was one of those guys but I retired seven years ago, okay? If they attacked another town and if you're from there, you can ask one of them yourself."
" Their name!" Feran scared him once more.
" T-Teth, Teth Hephorous! You'll find him nearly at every tavern here."
" Fine." Feran then let go of the old man.' To think these guys have been running around for more than seven years, not only that but they attack other towns too. Just what is their goal?' Feran thought.
By luck, Feran was able to find the man by the closet tavern without moving around the whole town. The tavern was full of bright lights and smelled like heavy alcohol. One could hear the cheers of the alcoholics inside. There stood many wooden tables and wooden chairs, even the floors were wooden. On those chairs were drunkards, drinking their worries away. They even served food here. As Feran entered the bar, everyone turned to look at him.
The tavern owner then threw a dart at him," Hey stranger, you're not from around here, are you? Show us your face, you could end up being dangerous."
" I'm looking for a Teth Hephorous," Feran said with his hood still up.
The bartender then said before getting interrupted," That would be..."
Feran dashed towards the man called Teth and gripped him, he then body-slammed him into an occupied table. Most bystanders immediately left the bar, while others stayed there still drinking and eating as it was common for people to come searching for someone at a tavern only for conflict to break loose. Feran tossed the man about like a baby, as he was holding the man, Feran noticed that he couldn't move his hand which he gripped the man with. As he looked at it, solid, clear, and dark blue ice circled his hand which was now frozen. He couldn't move it anymore. As he dropped the man, the man then threw a knife at him. Feran instinctively blocked the knife with his frozen hand before kicking the man on the floor. The man now being a good distance away from Feran rose from the floor. He was also an ice user. They then charged at each other, as the man channeled an ice attack, he then released it making ice spikes plummet from the floor like earth spikes, a completely different element. Feran then jumped into the air dodging all the ice spikes and drew his longsword. He then slashed his longsword at the lower side of Teth's chest knocking him into a wall. Feran then approached Teth who couldn't move. Feran now froze him from toe to neck as he wanted him to answer a few questions.
" Tell me, are you masked figures connected to the attack on Třekov?" Feran asked.
" You catch on quick. Yes, but those guys only teamed up with us." Teth answered.
" I was able to tell that myself just wanted a clear honest answer. Now tell me, what is your goal?" Feran questioned.
" I'm not going to tell you that, but it includes nearly every town of Vriyis."
" You people got some balls, do you think that you can rival every town of this continent when you failed to kill or capture the mayor of one small town?"
" Stop underestimating us, you'll see how much superior we are," Teth replied.
" I never said I underestimated you, now tell me, who is your spy? There's always a spy when there's a war or conflict between two organizations, towns, or countries."
" I'll never tell you that." Teth immediately answered.
" I know."
Feran then continuously punched the man until he was a bloody pulp, but he didn't stop there.
" There he is!" A knight of this town then ran towards Feran along with others.
Feran then disappeared into the darkness not to be seen.
The knights then looked around," Where the hell did he go?"
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As Feran passed out the town's gate once again covering his identity with his cloak, he thought," I'll get my answers soon enough."