Timaeus watched the young woman creep backwards, and at this his mouth curled slightly at the edges. She was fairly attractive, and Timaeus looked her over, inspecting her curves and shapes, things that often were not meant for his eyes. Her hair was quite a sight, and it stirred in the quiet fingers of wind that touched and prodded their way through the land.

Timaeus liked the caress of the wind through his hair.

She appeared innocent enough, yet he noted the weapon she carried, expecting something a little smaller. His face was blank as all these thoughts ran through his mind, and he slowly released the clasps around his arm, leeting it clang to the ground. This startled the girl a bit, but Timaeus did not make any reaction to her face.

He could tell that she would not speak too much to him, and that she wanted some form of answer to her question. He bent down, and folded his legs. He extended his hands, and created a small fireball that floated a foot or so in the air. It's shine stained the darkness.

His gruff voice sounded, as if forced from his throat. "Oh sweet girl, you can help me. Yes you most definitely can."

Timaeus looked at her face, and then stared into the heart of the flame before him. It would be a long night.

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