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Donovan had heard that some mages were willing to strike a deal. Perhaps this one would be as well. He looked up from his seat across the desk of the mage he had been pointed to. "Can you help with curses?" He asked softly.

"I can create an elixir that removes curses from people and I can also create items that can be used to lift curses from items. I just need the ingredients to make it and also I need to know what kind of curse it is." also whispering

Donovan immediately perked up, "Lycanthropy! Lycanthropy..." Donovan shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "It's ah... For a friend." He looked down, "They have a very severe case of it. They were cursed by the witch Eliza, and have grown to be rather tolerant to magic. Which is why the curse was so strong- to be able to effect them." Donovan sighed. "Do you know of a way to make the elixir stronger than most?" He suggested lightly.

"I am a half Phoenix, so I use Phoenix feathers in my potions. Which makes the elixir way stronger than most elixirs. I just need to get some more ingredients, the main thing would be an item that the cursed person has."

Donovan's eyebrows shot up at the idea of someone being half phoenix, however he closed his mouth before he asked any questions. Perhaps he should keep those questions to himself..."And you're sure this would work? It would be potent enough?" He asked, his voice raising in excitement. "Yes, this could... This could work." He said to himself, then upon hearing the requirements, he looked up. "Ah yes, would it be alright if they came tonight? In secret. They wish to remain anonymous." He explained carefully. "However, if you were to- Cure them... How much would payment be?" Donovan asked, already wincing.

When he saw the person asking him to lift a curse look surprise at him saying he was half phoenix, he said"You can ask me questions about me being a half phoenix now or after I lift the curse, also I am sure the elixir will work, I have cured other curses more dangerous than Lycanthropy, some were even death curses." He had to think a bit after hearing the person wanted to be anonymous, he then replied "It would be alright if they came tonight. I do not care if they want it to be in secret or not, as for the price it would depend on how strong the curse is, it would be between 200 to about 400 gold."

Donovan smiled as the mage clearly saw his curiosity, "I-It's fine. Thank you though. Your help is greatly appreciated." Donovan's smile vanished at hearing the price. "I-Is there a way to exchange a favor perhaps? J-Jewelry! My friend is a jeweler, he knows his way around them. He can price anything he sees. Or a bodyguard? A courier? They-" He slumped. "They don't have much money." He said solemnly. He looked up and realized the only way through this; he'd have to sell his tools to be able to make the money. He could be a bodyguard for a while. Do grunt work. But it was the last of his possessions... The only thing that could help him make coin for sure. "He can pay." Donovan suddenly nodded. "He can pay. However, you will need shackles. Chains at least. And just in case, a potion to knock them out. They're... More capable than you would think. Believe me. They're very tolerant." Donovan growled. "If they are to transform, you would need a plan to fall back on." Donovan insisted. "You must be prepared for the worst."

He looked surprised at the thought of enslaving someone, especially after freeing a couple from Dark mages. "It does not matter if they can't pay, and I do not want a slave, society is too corrupt already, especially with dark mages summoning demons all the time." He thought for a moment "If you want to repay me somehow you could help me gather some ingredients that are hard to get alone, also if you want I can train you in some basic fire magic and alchemy for no charge if you help me gather the ingredients."

Donovan suddenly snarled, and reached over the desk and grabbed the mage by the robes, pulling him to his face, "You don't get it!" He snapped. "You either shackle, or you die. This is non-negotiable." Donovan's eyes suddenly turning yellow, burning angrily. "It's for one night." He said, letting go and trying to calm down. Donovan looked up in surprise at the offer of teaching. "I-I don't think they should learn how to use magic." Donovan stated. The idea of a werewolf breathing fire crossed his mind and he tried to shake it out of his head. "My friend can help you gather ingredients easily." Donovan smiled.

The mage, although angry at being grabbed, kept his cool and said "Alright and I was not talking about your friend when I said I could teach some fire magic, I was talking about teaching you magic and potion making so that the next time you would be able to defend your self, and also make a potion yourself so that you would not have to worry about asking other mages to help and not worrying about the price of things." He brushed himself off and then said " I also do not need shackles when I can do this" when he sad that a sphere of fire formed around the man, then instantly disappeared. "I can create a fire cage around someone, if they try to attack it, it would use that person's energy, if someone on the outside attacked it, I would have to use my energy to keep it maintained."

Donovan's widened at the offer of potion magic. "Ah-" Suddenly he realized his lie had gotten him rather tangled in it. "Right." He said hesitantly. "I have shackles that can work, and learning the potion would be a great help." He smiled. Donovan suddenly tensed at the fire surrounding him. Every instinct in him screaming to fight back, but he kept himself in place, however every muscle could be visibly seen as straining to keep itself in check. "R-right." Donovan said, a little shaken at the display of magic. "That should- That will work." Donovan suddenly looked up and yelled, "That will work!" He suddenly grabbed the mage in a tight hug, and cried out, "This could work! This could actually work!" Tears starting to leave his eyes from the happiness of something actually working for once. "Thank you. Thank you!" He cried. He put the mage back down. "This means so much." He sniffed, relieved that he may not have to end up in chains that can be too easily broken.

He was surprised at being hugged, but let it slide this time. "No problem, also the next time you hug me you might get burned because my body heat rises really high when some one I do not completely trust. Also, you have been acting rather strange whenever you say your friend, it is making me think that this potion is not for a friend of yours, but maybe for you instead." He said eyeing the man suspiciously. " If it is for you, you do not have to lie about it. The only time I attack someone or something is when they attack me on purpose not when a curse is cast on them."

Donovan curled in on himself in shame at his sudden unapproved crossing of another's boundaries. "S-Sorry I'm... Just very grateful." He fumbled with his hands. Donovan's face suddenly paled at the mage's words. He started to squirm under the mage's suspicious gaze. "I..." Donovan took a deep breath. "I am the werewolf." He admitted. "I'm a wanted man." He whispered. "It is very necessary that no one knows I'm here. Which is why I'm here so late." Donovan explained. "I'm sorry I wasn't upfront, but I thought that if I didn't- If you knew that I was a criminal... I wouldn't be cured." Donovan wilted. He's had so many doors slammed shut in his face. So many hopes dashed.

"It is all right, I am a bounty hunter wizard but I do not go after people that are clearly having trouble with their life when I see that Instead of going to look them up, I try to help them in any way I can. If you still want my help I will be glad to do it, the only change that would happen is that the price will change to only 1 gold." He looked at the man with a caring gaze. "Just so you know my name is Blaise, most people and mages call me, The Fury of the Phoenix, as I have a hard time controlling my anger like you displayed earlier." Smirking a bit at the man picking him up earlier.

Donovan's eyes widened in fear and he took a step back at the words "bounty hunter". However, at Blaise's explanation, Donovan slowly began to calm down. He took a deep breath until the words about one gold popped up. His eyes flashed yellow, "I don't need charity." He growled. His eyes widened, changing back to their usual blue, and he sat down and covered his head with his hands in shame. "I'm sorry." He whimpered. "I haven't been able to really... Grab hold of my emotions since..." He felt like he had been unraveling. His temper had soared, and his anger was nearly impossible to control. He felt guilt at everything since he usually snapped at everything out of fear, anger, or frustration. "It's my fault." He said softly.

Blaise was not surprised by his outburst, most of the people he helped acted that way, so he just expects it now. "It is not your fault, it is the person that cast the curse on you that is to be blamed. You can let your frustration out on me I am actually used to being yelled, especially by my parents." When he said his parents his irises ignited, and then went back to normal. "No matter what I did They always yelled at me, I have even run away from them about 10 times at least. Anyway, I will try to help you in any way I can."

Donovan growled, "I still should be able to control this curse to some degree." He looked up at the mention of Blaise's parents. "I-I'm sorry to hear that." Taking a deep breath, he started, "Please, let me pay you back in some degree. I am very grateful and insist that you're paid." He implored. "I-If you're sure this will work..." Donovan began. "Then I'll meet you tomorrow evening, before the moon rises." He gathered himself and headed towards the door before pausing. "Thank you."

"If you get unstable I can do what I did earlier with the fire. It is fine just do not mention my parents when we talk tomorrow, even I rarly talk about them. I do not care if you pay me or not, When most people want to pay me in some way, I just normally ask for help in gathering ingredients. I will see you tommorow, and may the mighty Phoenix be on your side."

Donovan nodded at the requirements, and with a soft thank you left the office and went on his way. He still had a few things with him as he moved from town to town lately, trying to not attract attention and getting as far away from home as possible. He didn't want to think about home... He took a deep breath as he put on an old black cloak that was rather old and worn out, but it still fit his large figure, surprisingly.

The next night he knocked on the door, the full moon not yet risen. His heart was racing and his thoughts wouldn't stop screaming at the idea of the moon. He was terrified, but took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. "This will work. This will work." He repeated.

Blaise opened the door and saw The man from earlier, inside on a table was potion in a bottle, the potion's color was an orange color. "Ah welcome back." he steps out of the way "Come on in I already have the potion ready, you can take it whenever you want, but be careful when drinking it. Since it was made by using a Phoenix Feather it will be very hot when you drink it." he says looking back at the orange potion."