A procession of brightly coloured caravans, propelled off the sand by magic, slowly crossed the outskirts of the Great Desert heading towards a mountainous area in this distance.

On top of the last waggon, Bruce and Alec sat, deep in conversation. "Do you think the Sacred Temple acted?"

Alec took a deep breath. "Yes, they will use any excuse to kill a demon, I bet they even instigated an incident so they wouldn't be questioned."

Bruce shrugged. "What if he lives?"

"He won't, Executioners, are at a minimum, Duke level, and they always travel in pairs. Even if he somehow managed to pull it off, they would just start an Inquisition and hunt him down mercilessly. They aren't the largest religion for nothing."

"I know what you say makes sense, I guess I am just finding it hard to believe we managed to get rid of him so easily. Even in the stories, the hero's frequently die to kill a demon." Said Bruce in a distracted tone as he revealed a wide smile.

Alec frowned. "You forget we were the first to act, If this were a story, we would be the bad guys."

"Pfft, what nonsense are you talking about? He was blatantly going to kill us. Just because we took the initiative doesn't make us evil." Scoffed Bruce.

Shrugging his shoulders, Alec quickly scanned the surroundings for any signs of danger. "Intention and action are completely different. Yes, he probably intended to let us die. However, his actions were to save Claire and thus, indirectly saved us. We owed him our lives. "

"He's a demon; that's all there is to it." Muttered Bruce as he turned and stared into the horizon, indicating that he did not want to continue the conversation.

==== Aldrecs shop - Matn ====

The sounds of a city coming to life gradually penetrated the gloomy shop as Mors stretched lazily and stood up. He had decided to get a few hours sleep before scouting out the city and making sure Aldrec had been telling the truth.

Looking around he spotted Aldrec standing over one of the cauldrons, a green bubbling liquid threatening to boil over. "Will you be ready by tonight?"

Jumping slightly, Aldrec turned around with a sad, pained face. "As long as you get me enough mana cores... It will be done by tomorrow morning."

Mors nodded once and started walking to the door. "Good, but I was talking about our meeting point."

Returning to his work, Aldrec stared into the cauldron. "Ahhh, yes. I will be there. By the way, You are wearing a nightguards clothes and will stand out like a sore thumb during the day; I have placed some clothing on the chair... wouldn't want you to die and let this curse become permanent."

Mors started removing his clothing, ignoring that Mira had entered the room. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Mors reached over and picked up a green shirt hanging on the chair. "Changing."

"You can't go out looking like that! Those clothes look like they are going to fall off you at any moment." After he finished changing Mors was about to leave when Mira once again spoke up as she approached him with a small box. "Stand still; I am awesome at sewing."

Fifteen minutes later, Aldrec watched on in disbelief as his daughter scolded the demon in front of him. "DONT GROWL AT ME. JUST STAND STILL!"

Mors glared at the little girl, who was currently reducing the length of the shirts right sleeve. "Stab me with that needle one more time and I will snap you like a twig."

Looking up into his eyes, Mira revealed a mischievous smile as she purposefully stabbed Mors' arm a few times, just to make her point. "Keep threatening me and I won't give you any breakfast."

Sighing Mors looked at Aldrec, who just shook his head in response. "Don't look at me; I gave up fighting with her a long time ago. Just like her mother, may the gods bless her soul."

Mira crossed her arms with a triumphant look on her face. "Done! Now, all we need to do is feed you up, and you might look semi-presentable. Wait here."

"Are you sure she's human?" Shaking his head at how easily Mira could disregard him as a demon that held her life in his hands, Mors waited for Mira to return. When she did, she was carrying a large slab of dried meat. "I saw you eating some of this last night; I will give it to you, but you better replace it when you come back."

Aldrec began adding ingredients into the cauldron beside the one with the green liquid. "I never said she was. Still, I am shocked to see that the rumours were true."

Deciding he has wasted enough time, Mors opened the side door and walked through while taking large chunks out of the meat in his hand. "You will have to tell me about it later."

Although it was still early morning, the once empty street had erupted to life as thousands of people began their daily tasks. Mors kept his gaze down, avoiding eye contact so that he would not attract any unnecessary attention as he marched forward, in the direction of the city centre.

Mors' black tail drew a few curious gazes, but as they were so close to the Grand Desert and reptilians were not too uncommon, they soon lost interest.

If one were to ignore Mors' eyes, he now looked like a gaunt young man, melding perfectly in with the crowds of Matn.

As Mors walked past the multitudes of people and shops, he briefly paused when he came to a large intersection where a man was standing on a pedestal, shouting to passers-by. "THREE DAYS UNTIL THE EXECUTION OF THE DARK HEARTS! SEE THE RUTHLESS TRAITORS TO OUR BELOVED CITY GET EXECUTED IN THE PUBLIC SQUARE."

The man ceased when Mors walked over to him, still keeping his eyes on the ground and used his most friendly tone. "Kind sir, out of interest, can you tell me where these traitorous scum are kept? Is it secure?"

The slightly podgy man warmly smiled. "Sure. They are locked up in our Lords fortress at the centre of the city. Although you can't see it from here due to the buildings, if you head in any direction and scan the skyline you should be able to spot it." Straightening up the Man resumed his yelling. "THREE DAYS UNTIL..."

Getting the information he wanted, Mors continued his investigation of the city until the sun began to set.

The street lamps started to flicker on as Mors stood in front of a shop with a creaky sign that swung in the gentle breeze. On the sign was the image of a golden hammer and anvil.

Hearing rattling approaching him from the now empty street, Mors turned to see Aldrec pulling a hand cart towards him. His face set in a grim expression.