[i]The Hoarse Man let out a slight smile, while he was not a true thief he did have to take the clothes that were upon his back. It's not like the person would miss it anyways...[/i] "Iberhim, 'Flame of the Desert' from where I hail. A humble Mage like you, besides my specialty." [i]Iberhim was a pyromancer, and a great one at that. Unlike most he was not hot-headed, and he had managed to control the flames to a cutting torch on his fingertip which he demonstrated. Unlike most flames it was purely white with a blue outline, similar to a carbon-subnitride flame which went out within 3 seconds due to his fatigue.[/i] "I'm afraid I will not stay in this Dojoville for long if such a control-freak has the town under it's clutches. I will not be surprised if Mages like us start to get реrsecuted." [i]He said with a sigh as he closed his hand, bringing it under his cloak.[/i] "But a moving fortress you say? How...interesting."