Recovering

[phellan]

Phellan nodded as he understood even though her saying she didn't consider him a enemy was a little shock. "Just letting you know, the way i can take other's soul with out feeling guilty is i believe they become more free. All parts of the soul don't go to our stomachs, the living part goes to the gods. I've trained myself to believe I'm freeing the soul from the body."

He drank some more of the tea before standing up from the table. "Thank you for the food and tea but I'm afraid it will not fill me." He walked down the hall and into the guest room as he put all the pieces of armor on and cloak. He walked back out the room, through the hall and stopped in the main hall. "Were is this place of souls at exactly?"

[Ayvajin]

“You will have to travel through the desert,” Ayvajin said, looking over at the soulstealer. She had stood up from the table and had started to get the kitchen cleaned up. “There is no specific place where the wandering souls gather which is why it is difficult to send them all off to the Sanctuary. However, they should be easy for you to find. You are a soulstealer, and I know that you are more than capable of tracing a soul and hunting it down.”

The necromancer could not help Phellan out anymore with his conquest of finding a soul to feed on. Feeding off of souls was something that she was strictly against. She understood his need, but she would not lead him.

[phellan]

Phellan nodded although he felt she was keeping more of the information from him. He walked down the hall and out the door anyways into the setting sun.

The sun may have been setting but it was still noisy with buyers and sellers alike. The people were dressed in darker shades of colors. It made it easy for Phellan not to cause a lot of attention to himself. There were some glances and whispers in his direction and no more as he kept his eyes on the ground. He came up to a map merchant and smiled. "Do you know were souls gather in the desert?" he asked kindly. The merchant nodded and drew out a map and drew circles on it. "From what I've heard these are the main hot spots for them, that's what i heard though so it may not be true." Phellan looked down at the map. "How much for the map?"
"The map will be twenty bronze." the merchant replied as Phellan took out s small block of bronze with thirty that he had taken from some one and handed it to the merchant. The merchant shoved the map to Phellan as he put the block into his pocket.

Phellan picked the map up and started walking down the road out of the city and was planning to go to the nearest 'hot spot' for the souls and see if their were any their.

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin went about her business in her house. She tried not to be upset about sending the soulstealer out to find wandering souls out on the desert. The necromancer could not help but be a bit disgusted at the thought. She had been conditioned as such. Her teacher, Rion, with good intentions had made sure Ayvajin knew that those who used souls, spirits, or any variation of the dead for their own gain went against what the gods wanted. She could not help but look down upon the feeding off of souls.

The necromancer tended to the upkeep of her house. She would wait up late or at least until Phellan came back from his hunting. She had a tendency of keeping awake until the early hours anyways.

[phellan]

Phellan had checked five of the spots on the map now and grew angry. He continued to search the desert as he heard a low moan. He quickly walked up a sand dune and looked around for the cause of the moan. Their was a person laying on the ground with his legs wounded. The man made another moan of pure pain as he opened his eyes as a shadow fell upon him. Phellan had walked over to the man and was looking down at him now. "What happened to your legs?" He asked as he checked the mans leg wounds. The man couldn't speak as he closed his eyes again and started mouthing words but no words came out. Phellan finished the check and sighed as he knew this man had hours do to the amount of blood he lost and the infections that could have started. "May you go were you wish to." was all Phellan whispered.

Phellan was walking through the streets as he was more full from that one guys soul. He truly had hoped that he went wherever he wished to and lived a good life. Phellan came to Ayvajin's house and folded the map out on the wall and crossed off the places and made a X were he assumed the man was. Phellan refolded it and went into the house house quietly as h wondered if she was asleep yet. The streets had quieted down and all the people were asleep as the goods were packed up.

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin was in the kitchen, sitting at the table and drinking from a fresh cup of tea. She heard the door open to the house and heard the soulstealer step into the house. The necromancer stood up from where she sat and walked out to the living room.

“Did you find what you were seeking, soulstealer?” Ayvajin questioned, leaning her hip into the doorframe as she observed Phellan. “It seems that you are in a much better state than you were before. You look healthier as well.”

The necromancer took a sip from her hot tea. “If you want any tea, I could fix you up a cup.”

[phellan]

Phellan frowned as he took out the map and unfolded it. "None of the crossed out spots had spirits their but the X was were i found a dying guy. He was dying of blood loss and his legs seemed shredded and mauled up. I took his soul." He refolded the map and tucked it into his shoulder piece. "No thank you, I'm not a tea person." He couldn't even remember having tea until this house. It tasted good but reminded him of souls. Both were filling in your stomach, just tea was flavored with what you wanted it to be. Souls on the other hand were flavored by who they belonged to..

Phellan raised a eyebrow at her then looked around the house. "I'm guessing you cleaned? It looks cleaner, more inviting to the souls heart.

[Ayvajin]

“I had responsibilities to take care of,” Ayvajin told the soulstealer simply. “I had to clean because it was called for. It is good to keep things in order. Well, at least I think so. No reason to have dirt clutter the whole house when a bit of work can prevent that.”

The necromancer took another drink from her cup. She kept her mind away from the thought of Phellan taking another soul. It would frustrate and anger her if she kept her mind preoccupied by such a thing.

“There is not much entertainment in my house, and I do apologize for that. I happen not to be at home very often.”

[phellan]

Phellan shrugged. "No worries, I'm used to not doing anything for a long stretch of time on the sea." He was used to not having entertainment but sometimes they would bring the prisoners up and see if they could do anything like juggle, if so the soul stealers would bring out some rum or beer and throw a party on the ship for fun.

"I need to go get out of my armor though." After he spoke that he walked down the hall towards the guest room and into it. Once in it he got out of his armor and set the map n the foot of the bed, he would need it again in the future. He was once more in the white shirt and black pants that the necromancer had given him.

[Ayvajin]

While Phellan went off to the guest room, Ayvajin slipped into the kitchen and placed her now empty tea cup upon the countertop. She stepped back out and walked off to the hallway that led down to the guest room where the soulstealer was staying in.

“I was somewhat curious at why you are suddenly so trusting of someone like me,” the necromancer said, leaning against the doorframe of the room and peering in. Her arms were crossed over her chest. “I would think that I would be one of the last people you would dare to trust.”

[phellan]

Phellan chuckled and turned towards the door and walked up to it. "I never said i do trust you, I'm just being courteous back. Also from what you've said and act your not a true believer in violence unless the situation is dire or you lose your calm. I don't plan to make you lose your calm and i doubt the situation will get dire."

He slipped out the room between Ayvajin and the door into the hall. "Do you trust me? Do you trust a soul stealer who's killed many and fed off hundreds? or do you still believe doing what you must to live for a soul stealer is wrong?"

[Ayvajin]

“Now, I did not say that you trust me,” Ayvajin said with a gentle smile. “You are being trusting of me by coming and staying in my house. You would have to be a bit trusting to take off your armor especially in a place you are unaccustomed to.”

The necromancer had turned slightly to look at the soulstealer as he passed by her. She continued to lean up against the doorframe, her eyes following him.

“I cannot say that I trust you completely. I still do not know you very well, and I give my trust to those who deserve it. I do not think that you deserve it, yet.” Phellan had an air of mystery around him that caused great mistrust in the necromancer. He would have to take down this mystery in order for her to begin to trust him.

[phellan]

Phellan smirked when she answered his question and it turned out she didn't trust him, or he even didn't deserve her trust! "I'm familiar with this place, while i was here i scouted the place out a bit and i can tell you were each person i marked lives. i didn't really mark them, just marked on a map were they lived. Also I've learned many nooks and crannies of this place." He wondered if he did have to many maps, so far in only four days that he's been in this village he already had five of different stuff.

"Why do you think i don't deserve your trust? what makes me different then those others who have gained your trust by simply not killing you when you healed them? Ah I've done so much more then not kill you when you helped me, I let you go on my ship and then lost it and the crew because of you! Is that not enough to deserve any trust?" He was raising his voice as he always did when he started asking questions and curiosity came to him.

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin could not help but to continue to smile. She wondered if her word had truly bothered the soulstealer. She was as always being truthful with him. She had given her trust to very few. This did not mean she did not befriend people, but it took some time for her to fully trust anyone. She had been trained as thus by her teacher.

“Trust takes time, not acts of kindness,” the necromancer told him. “It takes time for me to trust anyone. We have only known each other for a short amount of time. You are still a mystery to me. I may invite you into my home, but that does not mean I will be quick to trust you.”

[phellan]

Phellan nodded as he understood, she was different then the other people that had given him their trust, then again they also ended up in a bad position. She was smarter then a lot of people he had met and the made him feel a little dis trusting to her. For all he knew she could poison something and give it to him. Would that be considered violence?

He then chuckled and raised a eyebrow. "I've never been called a mystery before. What is mysterious about me? I'm a Pirate, Assassin soul stealer, nothing more and nothing less." The confused him a little since he's only received names like monster and fiend before.

[Ayvajin]

“There are many things I do not know about you, Phellan,” Ayvajin told him. “So, that makes you a mystery to me. There is more to everyone than just titles.”

The necromancer pushed off of the doorframe and brushed against the soulstealer as she walked passed him. She glanced back at him before slipping into the living room. She sat down in one of the armchairs which set beside the fireplace. Ayvajin undid her sandals in a few quick gestures before tucking her legs beneath her.

Ayvajin was rather open to learning more about this soul stealing pirate. Whatever he wanted to share she had an open ear to hear it. She had the time to listen, seeming that she would not go to sleep for a few more hours.

[phellan]

Phellan raised a eyebrow when the necromancer brushed by his shoulder when she went passed him to the living room. He followed into the living room and sat down in a chair across from her. He was wondering if she would ask questions or he would just have to blurt stuff out. He himself wanted to ask some questions about here ,though, not many that it would bother or clutter her mind.

He sat relaxed in the chair and sat up perfectly straight so he looked very tall yet threatening. "Are you going to ask some questions or should i just blurt some stuff out? I'm no good at the second one though. Also i know theirs more then the title who makes some one who they are."

[Ayvajin]

“You should tell me about yourself,” Ayvajin told him, her icy eyes focusing on the soulstealer. “There is much you have not told me about yourself. Truly, all I know is that you are a soul stealing pirate who is also an assassin. You are kind to some of the innocents; kind enough to help me and some others out at one point. You are also not from the desert, which is apparent.”

The necromancer pulled her ponytail in front of her, allowing her fingers to slip through the black locks. “You can give me a short history about yourself. Just tell me anything. I do not mind.”

[phellan]

Phellan nodded as he closed his eyes and started to remember his history. "I was born in the Scattered islands in a renegade soul stealer camp. My life was smuggling and piracy when i was young and later i learned more things, like mercenaries which i also became. I went into the under dark to prove myself, while i was still arrogant and was caught down their. I was tortured and their i learned hate and cruelty. My torturess had called me her pet and tortured me so much i finally snapped. I made a bold move and ran for my life one night when she went to sleep and didn't lock me up. It was a year more until i got out of the tunnels by while i was their i ate what i could find that had a soul. When i escaped i stole a ship from the closest human settlement while they slept. I went back home and formed up my crew i had not to long ago, now I'm here." His eyes grey flecked eyes opened and looked at her.

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin listened to Phellan’s words as he talked to her, telling her about his history in brief. “You have had a hard enough life like many of us,” the necromancer observed when he had finished talking. “But we all learn from our hardships. That is the beauty of challenges.”

She sent him a kind smile and a nod. “Well, I do appreciate you sharing a bit more about yourself with me. Of course, I am sure there is more to you. You can feel free to ask me questions as well. I do not mind. This is how people become more familiar with others, which I am open to. Hopefully you will become less of a mystery.”