Walking, Kinbil smiled slightly realizing what he was about to do. No shame or anger entered his mind as he pranced, more then walked, into the tavern, looking for his mark. He noticed his mistake the instant he entered the place. "Umm, yes, I guess I do have the wrong place don't I?" Kinbil smiled eagerly as the over amount of wenches in the makeshit whorehouse encompassed him. "Why don't you stay?" A curvy young girl, barely 20 seasons said. "Because Annari, Im busy tonight." Kinbil protested as he backed towards the door. Aanari prompty got red, and started shaking in anger, and stomped off childishly. "Tomarrow night, my dear!" Kinbil exclaimed loudly as he pushed himself out of the door.

 Working his way up to his previous bounce in his step, Kinbil quickly found the place he was looking for. After taking a few moments across the dirty city street from it, he came to the conclusion that it was indeed the tavern the ranger was staying at, and not the other hidden whorehouse on this side of town.

 Almost laughing, Kinbil walked up to the door, pushing it open like he owned the place, and pranced in, smiling all the while as he read the sign on the door; No Wizards.

 After taking a look around, Kinbil spotted him easily; Extravagent clothing, along with a rough beard and an aura of trechery, and deception around him.

Serif.

 "Well, hello there, old friend." Kinbil said loudly, letting the sarcasm drip off his tongue as he walked across the small tavern door, towards the farthest wall, where the ranger sat. "I could have sworn wizards werent allowed in here." Serif smiled back. Kinbil looked around him, and noticed the attention he had brought himself by his cockiness, along with his attire; blood red breeches, a wavy white silk shirt, long black cloak, and most noticably at the current moment, his signiture component pouch.

  Kinbil tilted his head, and grinned at Serif as he realized the ploy, and how well it was working. Kinbil spun around quickly, the words of a spell on his lips as he narrowly dodged one of the dozen or so people inside the small tavern. Then he changed his mind, and made a leap towards Serif's general location, weaving his fingers through an arcane cycle and he spoke the command word of an increasingly difficult spell for him, given the situation. Then he vanished.

  Serif quickly got up, running straight for the stairs, bolting up them with all the speed he could muster, hoping the tavern locals would make quick work of the invisible battle-mage. Then he heard a creak. Someone was following him up the stairs. Serif entered his expensive tavern room quickly, then turned around, unsheathing his twin weapons, a longer scimitar, glowing red from an enchantment that would allow his weapon to pass through the thickest of armors. His dagger, though not glowing was every bit as powerful it could easily drop a man from just a scratch. Kinbil now outside the door, pulled out the materials he needed for his next spell, and whispering the words, just loud enough to make them audible, though a person standing less then five paces from his wouldn't have heard a thing. finishing the spell, Kinbil traced a square in the door, showing him the contents, and persons in the room. Kinbil smiled, and let out a laugh as he pushed the door open.

  "How many times have I sparred with you, Serif," Kinbil said, shaking his head in amusment. "You can't possibly think you can outmatch me here, in a room with nowhere to run?" Serif laughed, and simply stated, "I've learned new tricks." Kinbil smiled and replied by starting a spell, running through its arcane words as fast as he could while still pronouncing them correctly. Serif, only 4 paces from Kinbil, rushed forward, scimitar leading. Kinbil proved to be the quicker, as he finished the spell, and pointed towards Serifs feet. Serif caught the look, and leapt. Kinbil laughed as Serif hit the floor hard, knocking his scimitar out of his hand. Serif looked down to his feet and cursed, seeing his legs entangled by odd looking vines and roots. Kinbil smiled as he replaced the root to his component pouch, and grabbed another component.

  "What happened to your 'new tricks' Serif Nightstalker?" Kinbil asked while he laughed. Serif smiled and threw his dagger at Kinbil, aiming directly at his mouth. Being no novice to battle, or quick thinking, Kinbil let the spell he had brought to mind go, deflecting the dagger away from him, and towards the wall. "Well, wasn't that a smart idea? You could have just cut the vines?" Kinbil laughed, though it was cut short, as he heard footsteps stomping up the stairs. Serif smiled, "Forget about someone?" Kinbil laughed. "It will just delay your death a little while longer, After a visit to an old friend, I'll see you again." Kinbil reached behind his cloak, grabbing a wand made of entirely bone, and smiled as he ran towards the window, activating the wands power just before impact, turning himself entirely into shadow, passing through the window and wall as easliy as a door, and floating down to the street.

  Serif quickly tried to free himself before anyone came into his room, to save himself the embarassment of losing a close quarter duel to a mediocre assasin turned battlemage. Struggling against the roots and vines entraping his feet, Serif started to frown as he realized he actually lost to someone he use to beat consistantly. Seemingly on que, the large tavern owner burst through the door. "Where is he, Serif?" he said in his low, gutteral voice. Serif just smiled and sat up, finally free of the earthy bindings. "He's gone, but he'll be back," Serif paused, and the smiled left his face as he realized why the large man was asking. "I'll be out tonight, You won't have to worry about him coming back Jarge." Jarge laughed. "Good, damned wizards. Why is he after you, anyway?" Serif, now sheathing his weapons shrugged. "We use to be friends, who knows why, But he is still after me. He's changed his style a bit also, I didnt see any weapons on him. He didn't use to be a mage." The large man nodded though Serif could tell he wasn't very interested.