"The building give me an eerie feeling." He mumbled, "I will stay here." He brought his horse an abrupt halt, expecting the others to forward on expectantly without him. It was more than just an eerie feeling and he knew that. The second Halt was taken away he could fill a heart wrenching chill wrack his spine. He shuddered at the thought of going back to the house.

He had felt things like this in the past but nothing so strong, "I will be guard." He said finally, coming to some sort of compromise and how his actions could be turned into a benefit.

"I dont think so now come on, we're going backbto where Will and I were attacked. So you're coming woth us. Look, I know how you felt when Halt and Will were taken. I felt the same, but Blaze, we need to ho back to where we were attacked. Please Blaze" he asked his friend.

Blaze sighed, "You have got to be kidding me." he mumbled in an aggravated tone as he slapped the reins on his horse and rushed ahead.

Aragon decided to ignore this. He rode on, and saw the glint of an arrow on the ground. They were here.

Blaze's horse whinnied as he came to an abrupt halt outside of the small house loacted in the heart of the forest, trees crowding the tiny structure.

(( since when was there a structure where Will and I were attacked by the rogue))

(What are you talking about?)

((We're at where Will and Mac were attacked afyer finding the cloak and rogue mate))

Blaze looked at the crumbling ruins, this wasn't as bad as he expected. 'So, what are we looking for?' He said bluntly.

"Ok then" he said, raising an. eyebrow at his tone. "We're looking for a clue, anything that might lead to who's behind this Anything that might-" he cut off. He was looking at a piece of purple fabric, worn as clothing. He picked it up, and showed Horace the purple fabric. "Look familiar?" he asked knowing what the answer was.

Blaze raised an eyebrow, his horse whinnied loudly as the animal clacked its hooves. 'What is this fabric?' He asked. Clearly, he had no idea what was going on. His curiousity had been piqued.

"That's the clothing the Genosian Assassins wear" Horace muttered.
"Thats not too good for us" Aragon said.
"If the Genosians are part of this-" Horace began.
"Then we could be in for some trouble" Aragon finished.

Blaze cocked his head, maybe he could shut up now. He rolled his eyes, resting his head on the mame of his horse, sighing noisily.

"What?" he asked Blaze. "Whats wrong?" he asked him. He turned to face him on his horse.

'Nothing. At. All.' His tone of voice was aggravated, hinting his feeling of impatience. 'Carry on with your investigation.'

"Look, if things aren't going fast enough, I'm sorry. If you want it to speed up si we start getting shot at, I'm sorry" he said. "Now, looks like we're going to have to find the assassin.

Blaze scowled, returning to his laying position on his horse, 'Where do you want me to start looking?' He said finally, sitting upright.

"We're all looking together. Now look for tracks, for where they went." he said, searching the ground.

Blaze jumped off his horse, 'Alright.' He mumbled as his eyes scoured the ground, looking for something that would hint a track.

(I no RP on this topic anymore)

(I shall wait for Prisoner to post. >.< )

Aragon glazed the ground with his eyes, searching for any sign of tracks. He saw a hole in the ground and gave closer inspection. "Blaze, come here"

He rushed forward, squatting slightly, "What is it?" He asked, curiosity shooting through him instantly.

"Purple cloth" he said gravely. "That can mean only one thing" he said quietly. "There Genovesan Assassins."

An eyebrow was raised as Blaze moved his head closer to clarify the statement for himself, "You're kidding. Right?" Blaze said, picking up the cloth for himself to see as he ran his fingers over the brittle fabric.