Shin glared towards Draven as his aura re-built itself.
"No. I'm alone. Those fools wouldn't even be worthy of Aritan's army."
The aura of ice compacted itself so much that it would be impossible for the flames to so much as dent it, and then it compressed itself into a sword. Shin took a leather strip from his robes and tied it around where the hilt would be.
"Lets throw the magic aside and try pure combat. What say you, vile demon?"
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Gyulim returned to the inn, only to find that a mass of drunk sailors were all gathered at the tables closest to the door and to the stairs. Sighing to herself, Gyulim headed to the stairs so she could get to the safety of her room.
But it seemed as though the sailors weren't going to make that easy...
"Hey baby...don't leave us hangin' now"
"You wanna...sail da seven seas..."
"I'll buy ya a drink; could pound all night long, hehehe..."
Gyulim did her best to ignore all of the sailors' rude comments, but when one of them smacked her from behind, she couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed that sailor by his hair, and threw him in the direction of the others.
"Now, I'm going to go to my room. If I see any of you lurking outside my door, you'll see the sea again...but you won't be sailing it."
With that, Gyulim continued to her room, and locked the door. Right there on her nightstand...was a letter from her father; one of Aritan's high lords.
"Great...now they know where I am. Can't they let me find Shin before they track me down?"
She picked up the envelope, and opened it.
Dear Gyulim,
Your running away has indeed angered our ruler, but seeing as how you have a noble cause, you will not be punished. I managed to convince him to send out some troops to help you locate Shin. They are all at the inn now, disguised as sailors so as not to draw attention. I wouldn't be surprised if they had all gotten drunk already, but if so, don't let them get to you. However, if they show any serious disrespect, make it clear to them that you will not tolerate it at all.
Included with this envelope is 10,000 units of that port town's currency. I figured you would be low on money at this point, and I knew that you would need help sooner or later.
Now be a good girl, and good luck on finding your love.
-Father