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The old monk\'s joints ached as he stood beside a tall blond man who had come to clearwater with grave news about the state of the world. As always, a light drizzle drummed across the high roofs of the isle\'s strange living structures. Hollow cylindrical stone buildings as tall as ten houses stacked vertically were lived in by multiple families who formed individual small communities, bound by the common home they shared. These homes were built in a concentric circle around a wide and shallow pond that clearwater derived its name from.

"Such a decision cannot be made by me alone," the old monk told the blond man whose presence at Clearwater was unsettling the council.

"I\'m not asking you to," Rowan replied.

"But you will have me plant the seeds for the outcome you desire."

"Yes."

The monk sighed, knowing his decision was already made.

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"Sir, you have guests."

Rowan was at his desk, writing a letter when he was interrupted by the guard. His hand paused over the white parchment where a few lines had already been written in black ink.

"Did they state their names?"

"Someone called Syryn, sir," the guard respectfully answered.

The name sent a wave of longing in Rowan. He wished it really was Syryn here to see him.

"Let them in," he told the man, knowing just who it was brandishing his lover\'s name so impudently. Rowan would not have tolerated such if it was anyone but Lucien applying Syryn\'s identity so freely during his travels.

He heard the sound of footsteps despite the rain. There were at least four, maybe five of them, he realised. So Artemus was here as well. The blond set his writing implements away and stood up as familiar faces appeared through the door of his living space.

Lucien smiled and though it reached his eyes, a hint of worry remained in its pretty arc.

"Rowan, how ya been doin\'?" Sebastian was the first to speak. The sandy-haired mage was soaked from head to toe by the rain so he began to remove his shoes and outerwear at the door.

"As well as a man can be," Rowan answered. After taking in the presence of Magnus and Akida, his gaze drifted to the pale-faced Artemus whose hard expression and silence communicated everything the blond needed to know about how the search for Alka was going. "What brings you to clearwater?"

"Need yer help," Sebastian replied as he wrung the water out of his clothing. Lucien, who had taken off everything but his pant, was already heading to Rowan\'s kitchen for some hot water.

The blond anti mage felt Artemus\' dark gaze on him, an awareness that prickled with heavy intensity.

"If it isn\'t an emergency then we can discuss it after you\'ve changed into dry clothing," Rowan told them. He could feel the grim atmosphere that hung about the group like a grey rain cloud following them everywhere.

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"Alka is missing, kidnapped most probably," Artemus informed him. The anti mage always had a darker, heavier presence about him but at that moment, he was glacial and distant. His cup of some hot beverage that Lucien had whipped up sat untouched on the table.

Rowan grimaced, not because Alka was missing -since he knew the plant mage was safe and being taken care of by Qairu- but for the reason that he had to do this to Artemus.

"Artemus, I\'m sorry," he solemnly told the man. "Tell me how this happened."

"It happened three days ago. We were crossing a forest when Alka abruptly disappeared without any signs of a struggle. After searching for clues and thinking it through, we realised that Alka was stolen away by someone or something that could use magic."

Rowan nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"I have nothing to go on, no starting point, no arrows pointing anywhere."

Magnus was leaning back in his chair, studying Rowan\'s silence. Something about it seemed unusual to the fire mage but he couldn\'t quite put a finger on it.

"Help me find my brother, Rowan," Artemus told him. He was quite aware of how Rowan\'s power base had grown in the past few years. The blond anti mage knew people and organisations that not even the Sanguine had contact with.

"Alka will be found," Rowan told him. "Rest assured, Artemus."

"Rowan is right," Magnus added. "Call it a gut feeling but I believe that Alka will be found soon."

Artemus had already sent a message requesting the Sanguine for help. His priority at the moment was to spread the word so that anyone with even a bare hint of an idea or sighting of his brother would reach out with news of it.

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"Aren\'t you a cold-hearted bastard?" A demonic child told Rowan. They were inside the blond\'s dimensional space where it was always nighttime. "Ahhh, humans. Kidnapped his brother you did, and then comforted him as well. Explain yourself, will you?"

"There is capacity for heroism and villainy in each one of us," Rowan answered as he gazed up at the dark sky.

"Hah! You can\'t be both, Rowan. Which one are you?"

The answer was simple. "A hero to one, and a villain to another."