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"And you are not es"

"You knew that" Naturals could draw the materials they needed from their environment--they were not limited to the supplies they could carry on their person

"I es"

His face heated She was trying to bait him with innuendo, but he wouldn’t bite No, he needed to focus on the ele with the flint The earth holding theainst theht weave that would fore took over of the handle exploding off the door and punching a hole through his chest

He took a step to the right Problem averted

Spell finished, he pushed out a small bit of power to finish it off Immediately, his pre over the s pavement beyond On the other side of the door, the handle hit the ground with a dull thud

"Open sesame," Solas said with a smile

He shoved the door open and stepped through quickly, the wood slaainst the interior wall A blonde woman stood at a tall desk, dead center in the cra ical cohout the roo to be used He’d tried explaining this to a non-natural before, and the best explanation was that he could see the potential ele to him fros He grabbed out five--velvet froazine, plastic from the fake plant, dye fro on his shoes He willed theether and pushed with his power

The woman’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell behind the counter

Directly ahead, on the other side of the shabby check-in desk, waited a closed door draped in shadow Behind that, a dingy hallway led to a bathroo under the name Jonas S" Solas wandered in behind Emery and filed off to the side, utterly fearless and unruffled "I thought you said you didn’t kill without reason Has your sordid life in the Realed you?"

Emery kept his voice down He’d revealed his presence to Isaias, but he didn’t want his for else "She’s not dead She’s knocked out She’ll co out more flint from his pocket and picked up objects as he worked his way to the visible door, the wood lined and faded

He sue was born with It required no ingredients outside of the y other than as stored It was the es didn’t kno to manipulate the power It was a blunt tool called up as a last resort, used on instinct Butfor their lives and hiding in places no sane person would willingly go Aalive when he was forced to struggle for existence every redients he’d collected, leaving the the ele it to the doorway The black fog came and went in a flash

The walls blew out

E him He’d built spells into the walls in anticipation

Did he not reift? How had he hoped to hide that particular surprise?

Shaking his head, E a spell to soak into the wood of the wall, countering Isaias’s spell and causing it to disintegrate But what a waste of tiical threads he needed for the protection spell, entwining theic for an extra kick, and wove his work along the surface of the wall The dirty white paint dissolved into blood red The color stretched to the corner before wrapping around He’d covered the whole door

"He was notorious for wasting his resources," E the spell "Just around the door would’ve been fine"

"Maybe he feared you’d bring an ar up the situation

"I did" Elanced at her "Oh, you meant more people?"