Ansellus ravaged a meal- a roast chicken with sauce- wondering at the commotion he had heard downstairs in the inn the previous day, as well as the violence the gossipers talked about which had spilled into the town proper. Apparently some inquisitors and a priest, not to mention a boatload of templars, had made it their business to persecute some poor fellows for a few tricks.
Ansellus had begun to grow used to the relative freedom of the colonies. Having spent most of his life in the south, with a family of templars, no less, had made him paranoid. Being able to cast magic without too much chagrin had been like a wish come true, and now these damned holy men had come to ruin his fun.
Finishing the meal, hard won with the few silvers Ansellus had managed to gamble for himself, Ansellus dusted himself off, and stepped downstairs. The innkeeper looked up at him, with a few more bruises than Ansellus last remembered. Perhaps he had been involved?
"Ansellus, I want my silv-"
Ansellus cut him off with a quick
Distracting Buzz, stepping outside into the fresh evening before he could gain his focus again.
He took a deep breath, breathing in the salty sea air, as he wondered what the afternoon would bring him.
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Completing these actions has resulted in the following changes:
2.00 concentration expended
1.33 energy expended
2 XP in Harm gained
1 XP in Mind gained
