"The threads shall draw tighter, twisting all that we think we know and reshaping it into the way of the dark." - The Prophecies of Light

The snow was falling steadily as the three companions rode into the town of Moret, only a few miles away from the Keep of the Western Reaches. Mingyu had to admit that Wonwoo's reaction to the snow was endearing; the thief had had a look of wonder on his face ever since the first snowflake dropped on them the day before. Redien didn't get snow, due to it's coastal location, and it showed in Wonwoo's reaction.

It had been eight days since they left Hyori's home, and it had been an incredibly uninteresting journey. Hyesung had once again withdrawn inside of his own thoughts, reading the prophecies from his newly returned journal as they traveled, though the Mage was much more friendly with his companions. There was still a bit of a gap between the two young men and the High Mage, but Mingyu felt that it was mainly due to the fact that they had such different backgrounds. He and Wonwoo, on the other hand, shared more in common than they had realized, their similar life stories being yet another thing to help draw them together.

Now, if only they could hold to that throughout whatever was to come. There was nothing about Moret to say that there was danger on the horizon, but Mingyu trusted his instincts, and said instincts were currently on high alert. There was something not quite right about this town, though being under the Choi's rule might explain that feeling. He couldn't imagine that it was a happy life living there, given what Hyori and Hyesung had to say about Siwon.

"Mingyu," Hyesung called, catching the mercenary's attention. He angled his big bay over the Mage's black horse, ducking his head in his direction at the man's indication. "I am going to continue on to the Tower to see if I cannot get any answers. You and Wonwoo get us rooms at an inn here, please, and send our little thief down to the market to see what he can't find out for us."

"Yes sir. Hyesung," he said as the man began to move away. When the Mage looked back at him, Mingyu gave him a smile. "Be careful."

Hyesung answered with a smile of his own and a duck of the head. "I will. You too." And then he kicked his horse into a trot and moved through the town with a purpose. Wonwoo turned his grey mare toward Mingyu to draw up close, and the mercenary took a moment to appreciate how much the thief's skill with his horse had grown since the night they began this wild journey. 

Wonwoo took note of Mingyu's appreciative look and raised a brow in challenge. "What?"

"Nothing," Mingyu responded with a grin. He motioned after Hyesung, though the Mage was already out of sight amongst the buildings. "He went to the Tower. I am going to find us an inn, while you are to go eavesdrop at the market. Seriously!" he added, when the thief gave him a disbelieving look.

He sighed and obeyed, though, and after they decided on a place to meet, they split up, Mingyu off to find rooms for them and board for their horses. Wonwoo had left his grey with the other man, saying that it was easier to spy when one didn't stand out. The first inn he came to was a seedy sort of place, and though it wouldn't typically deter one such as Mingyu, he doubted that Hyesung would appreciate staying there. He moved on, threading his horse through the steadily growing crowd, his attention on the signs that hung outside of the businesses lining the street. His eyes moved right over the thin, auburn haired stranger that was passing him, but then a strong grip caught Mingyu's ankle and his eyes were drawn down into dark, almond shaped ones. 

"Thank the Light," the stranger breathed, and only then did Mingyu's mind catch up with him and he realized that it was the immortal that they had met on their journey from Redien. "Wonwoo, right?" he asked, bringing a smile to Mingyu's face.

"Mingyu," he corrected, and swung down from his saddle to be able to look the man in the eyes. Or close, at least. The side of Jeonghan's beautiful face was bruised and swollen where something had struck him. "Ouch," he said, motioning at the marks, to which the immortal winced.

"Yes, well, I had a run-in with... never mind. Is the thief with you? That is his name, Wonwoo, right?" he added sheepishly. The mercenary laughed and nodded.

"He will be meeting with me soon enough. I am looking for rooms. Tell me, Lord Jeonghan, where is Seungcheol? And what in the Light happened to you, you look like you were fodder for demons!"

The auburn haired man raised a brow at that, and ever so slightly dipped his head in acknowledgement. "You? Oh..." Mingyu breathed, glancing around at the thick crowd. "Demons here? And what about Seungcheol? And-"

Jeonghan held up a hand to stop the flow of questions, and motioned to a sign a bit further down the street. "Why don't we go get those rooms you were talking about, and I will tell you everything I know."

Wonwoo wove through the crowd, dodging people left and right as they seemed to stumble on about their lives in an unaware tr