[Heartbreaker]

Eren’s investigation of the scene yielded a few more clues. As he broadened his view of the wall, he began to noticed differences in the arcanic ‘pockets’. Some were larger, indicating possible openings….some smaller, perhaps enchantments or holes…and then the entire length of vines crawling along the surface seemed to have something interesting woven into them. All in all, a very fascinating find.

Only slightly less fascinating , perhaps, was the company that Eren happened to be unknowingly keeping at that moment. His comment was met with a soft laugh and a form stepped more towards the edge of the shadows, but not completely into the moonlight. He could tell from the form immediately that it was a woman. No missing that. But even if he couldn’t tell that much, the voice would most definitely give it away. Warm and rich, sensual…even sultry, the voice caressed his sensitive elven ears.

“Really now? Most high-level mages I know don’t happen to be very amiable. I just haven’t figured out if you are a Master or Archmage. I’m betting on Archmage as I’ve not felt the pull of arcane so strong in quite some time…and being in a city full of it, that’s saying something.”

The way she spoke was…intriguing. Solid…sure of herself…very unlike those that checkered his past. There were few women that he associated or had associated with that could hold a candle to the sheer amount of presence this one seemed to possess…and that was after simply 10 seconds of listening to her speak.

“ The Wall of Weeping. No one has been interested in it for a long time. Sure, treasure hunters or those stupid enough to not know the history try to breech its defenses every now and then…but they soon learn that its not wise. I trust you’ve already figured out a few things about our mysterious wall, Heru? Yes, I know a thing or two about Syl‘rosya too.”

A few more steps forward…the click of her boots on the cobblestone road…brought her into view. There were many definitions of mercy...and the young elf would have to decide for himself if his visitor qualified as such. As one feisty visitor to the city once remarked regarding the opinion that all Jaedaxians were ‘dipped into the pretty pool’ when they were born, the woman before him certainly did nothing to sway that view. Dusky toned skin with short cropped hair and dark eyes, she was the embodiment of sultry. Perfectly clad in black leather from head to toe, save her deep obsidian and gold hued velvet cloak, she almost literally oozed confidence as she stepped ever closer, keeping her gaze solely on him.