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*ignar walks around the town square of the human town whereing a cloak to cover her face from hateful humans that would treat her with malice*

Xancell walked into the human town quite easily when his dragon isn't around. He was human but grew up with the dragon people. Dispite the fact he was human the excepted him as one of their own since he was but a baby. He had his dragon hide for the time being as he entered the town. Humans don't seem to be fond of the other three races. They would probably kill him out of fear for having a dragon. Xancell on the other hand, even though human he didn't hate any of the races. He want their hateful quarrel to stop. But what other way could one man and one dragon do other than force order out of fear? He decided to walk casually down the streets to get something of his, nobody glared at him suspiciously.

I wander the streets of one of the local towns. It is packed with people, yet I am not nervous. I am not afraid. In this shape,
I am undeniably human. The only people capable of unmasking me are mages, and even then I just appear as a soulless person. It appears that the area surrounding my home has recovered from the war. As a child, I remember a story my father told me about an evil lich who invaded the land. It was a fairy tale, no doubt, but one that seems to have come true. As a real lich, I am most likely the strongest necromancer in this mortal plane of existence. As I strolled around the city square, it seemed as though people had forgotten about the war. That, or I just didn't do much damage. Children squawked at their mums for treats. Beggars lie there, meagerly hoping for someone to drop a coin at their feet. Yes, it appears the war isn't even thought of anymore.

He walked on but noticed something, it had almost slipped past his notice. He suddenly felt cold. How is he feeling cold on a day like this? Especially when it was warmer seconds ago. It was a terrible feeling. He stopped and looked around it seemed to be coming from a certain direction. Then he remembered, he had this feeling before. His attention was then directed at this stranger walking down the street. Xancell stared at him suddenly realizing what he was looking at, a necromancer. What was one doing here? He didn't seem to be doing anything, yet. He kept his straight face and decided to move on. Then again someone else had caught his attention a hooded figure. That is not suspicious at all. He was curious and approached the mysterious figure.

*ignar also felt the cold as she passed by* must be the fall comeing soon *she sniffed the air around her*

*kiki walks through the town shivering planning to take a few apples to eat,for she has no food*