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The sun wasn’t kind to his skin, if he spent long periods of time in the heat and sun of Kaladesh; he would surely burn. It was decided he would hang around in the shadows until night had fallen; then could he get a good look at Ghirapur. The city was bustling with life; smiling faces everywhere, something Sorin wasn’t exactly used to

The architecture of the plane was far different to anything on Innistrad, it intrigued him none the less; a living work of art. A change was always welcome to see, but for now he’d stay in the shadows.

“The sun, I should have came when it was darker.”

He’d uttered under his breath, slightly irritated with the sun. He frowned straight after.

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            The reports had to be fabricated. Guards playing tricks and Dragoon Knights shirking duties. He’d have to find a way to punish just about every guard in the damn kingdom - small as it is - without suspending the entire force. There was no way a single woman was responsible for causing such a commotion. And for forcing one him to deal with this...whatever it was himself? Oh they knew no hell like the one Kain would inflict. He didn’t train his men so they could come crying back to him with such wild tales of a mage who was so powerful that she could best most of them in a single blow with nothing more than her bare hands.

            Donning the last of his armor, blond strands tied together and tucked under the helmet as it came down around his head, he opened the tower door and stepped out. A nice, clear day. Perfect for a bit of flying. Without any hesitation, he crouched low before springing into the air and soaring through the sky, the surrounding forest a sea of emerald green below him. Landing near the edge of the castle’s walls with all the grace of a feather falling on the wind, he prepared to jump again - this time to take him into the town below where supposedly this woman was causing trouble.

            A few moments later he was standing outside a dense throng of onlookers that were trying their best to get an eye on the spectacle that seemed to be taking place a in front of them. “Away! There’s nothing to see here!” His voice carried over the din of the crowd and most recognized the voice of the Dragoon commander immediately. Knowing better than to argue, though clearly not well enough to obey, they parted to allow him access to the scene where a woman with bright red hair seemed to be arguing quite heatedly with a couple of guards, both of whom seemed to be weaponless with small puddles of...melted metal at their feet. She might be stronger than he’d thought after all.

         The tall, dark and stoic type was really annoying. Always choosing to speak only when it was most condescending, always talking as if even uttering words toward you was a true bother on them. For someone like Chandra, whose mouth moved faster than her own mind, the idea of this tight-lipped, internalized approach was more than irritating.

         It didn’t help that Sorin had a condescending demeanor to begin with.

         “Alright, fine, let me correct myself. So you choose to speak now, huh?” Chandra grunted in response. “Look,” she started again, begrudgingly. “Last time we met I may have … jumped the gun a little.” It was probably the closest thing to an apology she’d ever mutter willingly.

         “After cleaning up the crap that happened on Innistrad I went on to clean up more crap on Kaladesh–my home plane–so I was feeling a little protective when more interplaner visitors were involved. But I mean, you gotta admit, you aren’t the most friendly looking guy around, either.”

He found the impulsiveness of her nature confusing; how could someone not think before they spoke? He pondered. His fingers tapped against the weathered leather sleeves of his coat; an eyebrow raised toward her comment, oh she was correcting herself it seemed; and an apology? He mused to himself.

“I don’t need to speak all the time, though you questioned me so it prompts an answer no?”

Her begrudging nature drew a chuckle from the ancient planeswalker’s lips as he began again.

“So you do admit you were quick to judge? If I hadn’t been so kind; I could have smited you where you stood. After all they do say don’t judge a book by its’ cover.”

He could understand that she had much to deal with after the events of Innistrad; he’d never outwardly express any sort of sympathy but he could only. His grin faded back to a seemingly deadpan expression.

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—≪♔≫ “ Oh you know. Fur. Heavy coats. Most of us are used to the climate. “

    She couldn’t help, but grin, feeling amused with the other’s despair over the temperature.

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—≪♠≫ “ Well, it came to putting the dots together. We heard from the locals there was two strangers who arrived here, coinciding with the date we assumed our suspect left. Then when we found them, I watched their body language. Try as this guy might, his hand was twitching in his pocket, as though he were ready to pull a weapon. He’s good at keeping a poker face, not much as the rest of his body. “

     She adjusted her hat, considering over other possibilities.

Of course he spoke, he just wasn’t in the mood to be doing it right now. His brows knit together as a scowl grew on his face; why was she here? Last time they’d met the sheer aggression she displayed was mildly irritating to recall. The Vampiric Lord had the urge to roll his eyes; was she here to spew snarky comments? Perhaps, though he insisted on finding the true reason she was here to begin with. Sorin’s arms crossed over the front of his chest plate. His voice was gruff, his eyes squinting at her harshly.

“Of course I speak young one, my vocal chords are fully functioning so why wouldn’t I utilize them?”