When she jerked the spear out of the girl's body, it made a deeply satisfying squelching noise.  There was only a wordless moan from September before she was gone.  It was almost surprising how quickly she died.  While Luzia wouldn't wreak any sort of revenge of Mendean for going back on his word, the boy's sister would do just as well.  And the girl had been slaughtering the Daydreams of the city, so September had to be eliminated.  But the Drakoneir realized something.  She had probably crossed a line, likely in that moment her spear had entered September's back, rather than trying to subdue her.  The Daydream who had served as her second in command until just moments ago was staring at her in horror, trying to make his mouth work again. 

And it was then that she realized a second thing.  It felt like a haze had been lifted from her mind, and she could see clearly again.  Her old master had been right, that man of nightmares and haunted things.  Her golden eyes glanced at the Daydreams, who were starting to circle around her.  Then she looked straight her former lieutenant.  "I think you knew this already… but I quit," she said, her voice a low growl.  He started to approach, but stopped.  He knew she could easily outmatch him in a fight.  "Let her go.  As long as she doesn't hurt anyone else," he whispered, glancing at September's cooling body. 

Luzia turned away, her bloody spear over her shoulder.  She would have left the city right then and there, but the Drakoneir was curious.  She wanted to see if anyone would follow her.  And a whisper in her ear made her smile.  She nodded to the unseen person, and Itzal visibly fell into step beside her.  In truth, Luzia was glad for his company.  A figment of imagination made real, he was quite the thief.  And he would be a good right hand to her new venture.  Her eyes scanned the crowd, almost daring anyone to stop her.

How marvelous Hoja Mesto is! Scrubble had never seen anything like it. The strange cobbled city of a thousand styles made perfect sense to Scrubble. Due to the fact that Scrubbles mind is as crazy as the city looks. Scrubble was in the city enjoying a little leisure time as the most holy lord Scrubble had not lain any tasks for Scrubble after Scrubble had completed the previous holy quest. So here Scrubble was wandering the streets past buildings that abruptly changed from Wyllmochvaran to Adelunan architecture. But suddenly the most holy nose of Scrubble smelled something! Scrubbles inhaled deeply through the most holy nose of Scrubble.

It was blood! Scrubble could only smell it faintly but it was nearby. The people on the street seemingly couldn't smell it. However they cannot be blamed for this as they are not goblins like Scrubble. Goblins have an impeccable sense of smell. Which helps make up for lack of strength. Most goblins would've run away as they're mostly a cowardly lot. However this was Scrubble who forgot the meaning of fear many years ago. As Scrubble understood fear was some kind of extremely foul cheese which could be easily smelled on whoever carried it. Either way Scrubble began moving towards the origin of the blood. When Scrubble arrived there was a corpse on the ground. With blood coming out of a chest wound.

Scrubble took a deep sniff of the corpse. That definitely smelled like blood. Scrubble in order to be one hundred percent sure decided to taste the blood. It was definitely blood. Scrubble stood there for a moment looking over the corpse. Trying to decide whether to find out killed this person or not. However Scrubbles holy lord Scrubble came to Scrubble and said "Scrubble you should find the person who did this". Scrubble nodded and began the new holy quest to find the stabber. Scrubble decided the best way to find the person was to try and find more blood. So after leaving the alley Scrubble began sniffing around for blood and soon found the faint scent of it and began following the smell.

[Sorry it took me so long, I was waiting to see if someone else would reply, then work got nuts.]

There were so many eyes on her, Luzia knew it was likely that she was being followed.  With the blood still drying on her spear, she knew she would be watched until she left the city.  But as she walked, a plan formed in her mind of just where she and Itzal might go.  There was a city across the seas, one full of pirates and murderers and all manner of nasty folk.  Just the kind that she had in mind for her new life.  The gods could go bugger themselves for all she cared, Luzia had her fill of their talk and lies and false actions.  Idols to the mortals, they were nothing more.  She could see that so clearly now.

She glanced behind her, trying to find whomever was stalking after her.  But there was always a way of flushing out those who wanted to harass her.  Her wrists flicked, summoning her familiar.  Once the dragon had scales of gold, but they were tarnished now.  The little dragon was a part of her, and Luzia regarded her familiar for just a few moments.  There was a faint sense of regret in her eyes, for the beautiful creature that had once stood before her.  But it left her eyes quickly, and Luzia pointed behind her.  The dragon was the size of a deerhound, and made for hunting.

Scrubble was in it to win it now. Scrubble had managed to hone in on the smell of more blood that seemed to be getting farther away. Scrubble moved with great speed towards the origins of the smell. There was truly no stopping Scrubble for he was on a mission from Scrubble to find who killed this person. While Scrubble could have tried to be stealthy about his approach that just isn't the Scrubble way. Instead Scrubble pushed people aside with the holiest strength of Scrubble. It was time to begin looking for signs of blood so Scrubble could find out who Scrubble needed to stop. 

Scrubble in his glorious search for the perpetrator walked right past the woman carrying a bloody spear. However soon after walking passed this suspicious individual Scrubble realized this person might be who he was looking for so Scrubble turned around and began talking at this person "You thought you could trick Scrubble but Scrubble is always five steps ahead of even Scrubble! Now Scrubble is in the perfect position to block your path for Scrubble is an unmoving force of holy light in the name of the most holy and righteous god Scrubble!" At this point Scrubble stood in the center of the path while people walked passed him making it blatantly apparent that Scrubble was not the great roadblock he claimed to be.