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Amiric inhaled sharply, noticing something that from what he'd learned, had been destroyed in what his mother called 'Tarmon Gai'don'. Three 'men' and 'women' in gray were slipping in and out of the mobs; they obviously weren't human since they were moving much faster than humans could and where they went, people and demons fell with limbs shattered or completely removed. "Gholam," he muttered. "They look human, but they're like snakes on the inside and can slide underneath doors and are much stronger and faster than humans," he said softly. He also saw an unpleasantly familiar sight; eyeless creatures with black cloaks that didn't move in the wind killing people left and right. "Myrdraal," he muttered.

"Then we call in some reinforcements that Tarik won't see coming," he said softly. Aiel don't run from death nor do they seek it, but they're damn deadly in battle; they usually end up killing around eight men for one of theirs, he thought.

Amiric half smiled. "Oh? That won't be hard here; you imagine something here... it becomes real," he said, tilting his head. He half turned and in that fluid motion, he wore an utterly different outfit; it was red and gold with a white lion on the left shoulder and a longsword at his hip. "This is actually the royal uniform of the Queen's Guards in Andor, where that redheaded woman, my aunt, rules as Queen," he said softly. He flicked one hand and the entire outfit changed again, into shades of tan and gray with a veil and vaguely Arabic hat on his head. "Cadin'sor, it's what the Aiel wear,"

Amiric shrugged slightly. "Trust me, I grew up with this kind of ability, though sometimes it drove my father crazy and some of the things I deciphered from the dream even surprised my mother," he said quietly. "There are some in here that can be summoned by a special horn, though from what I heard the Horn of Valere was destroyed in the final battle with the Dark One," he said softly. Or was it? It's possible it may have been hidden here, he thought.

Amiric tilted his head slightly, leaning against one of the columns patiently. "It shouldn't take long, I think," he said softly.

As they go through the crowds of the market, Tarik noticed how different yet the same things were here versus Antera. Markets, seemed to be markets. Watched ladies haggling for their dinner and vendors of various goods. He notices something that catches his eye. He stops to give the vendor a gold coin then continues to follow Ryuu.

Ryuu stops near one of the allies. "This is it...now everyone close your eyes for a second." She closes her eyes, yet reopens her scared eye. She sends an image to the group of the priest, which they could only clearly see if they were to close their eyes. "It'll be better if we split up...once you catch him follow him to his home then report back at the dragons later on this afternoon." Ryuu says, closing her scared eye then opens her eyes once more.

Aku listens to Slayer, giving a slight chuckle at how she worried him. I didn't remember it was my mother's song till just about awhile ago. After hearing Ryuu's plan, she simply nods going off into the marketplace. Oh, how lovely.. She softly pets one of their plants. She hears the echo of Slayer's voice once more, go ahead dear.

Aku takes a breath, leaning against the wall for support. "He sold his soul?" She mutters quietly, deep in shock and worry. She stops, noticing a few men look over at her curiously. She quickly stands straight up, browsing all the shop's items. Slayer...never again do something rash for me. Promise me that..If I am to be dead, then let me pass on and you live on happily. If it comes to it, I would save you before me...and put your feelings before mine. She sent to him, trying to have her expression blank.