'She', Leyk, replied with a dancing smile atop 'her' lips, entrancing most that would have looked at 'her', very much to 'her' displeasement as they'd have found out shortly after having tried a move, being flung across many hundred feet with great ease if 'she' wanted it.
"Not yet, no, someone asked me not to." she said simply, and with that the conversation was already over, she put the coins into her purse, a special pocket having been built into it, touchign her wand to make sure it was safe, the thing being rather thin, ten inches long, having been gifted by Crisis and being wort about a thousand talars, a bad, or good, habit depending on what one thought of and walked away, Kirs saying something behind her, talking rather loudly.
"I wish you well on the battle tomorrow, there are many good fighters, even titans, don't forget that." he ended his part of the conversation with, though he also believed it highly likely that 'she' would win with great ease, having long since been told about 'her' situation, 'her' true self during their conversations previously, being rather interested in seeing his true appearance at some point, especially the shock it would cause on all those people that had seen 'her' and weren't made aware with a a-physical punch to the stomach that had sent them flying away, having always made those that were aware laugh slightly.
'She' walked for another half a hour before arriving at the provisional home provided by Crisis they had been staying at for quite some time, mainly consisting of two separate bedrooms clad in wooden floors with reddish walls, decorated with some mostly unused furniture, the home not having been lived within long enough for now.
After arriving she opened the door, requiring no key because not one person would dare to steal this close to the palace of lady Crisis, be it that most had indeed thought about trying it at least once after entering this place, aside from those truly virtuous.
Neither Leyk nor Avere had been virtuous, they had simply wanted to stay within her good favours, using her gifts and their teachings for as long as humanly possible, be it that Crisis had taught him a lot less than what Avere who had finally become able to use intent woven with mana, aura as most called it, a simple task in and of itself, with her choosing to make him fight a lot more, getting used to his contract and his new vampire body which had not hungered even once yet, something that confused even her.
Entering the abode and seeing the dark red walls illuminated by a yellowish stone of mana hanging from the ceiling, inscribed by Leyk himself, with the help of Avere who had done most others, giving them more of a white look, a small difference in style between the two, he looked right and almost instantly saw Avere, seated on a bench in front of a wooden table, reading through a thick book with the title "Consecrated holy citadel", seemingly a kind of study of priest city and other fanatic establishments of the forsaken realm.
He had thought about reading it once but he had given up on it since Avere basically only studied, so much so that only Leyk made money, the thing they might one day need if Crisis decided to stop supporting them as currently, or perhaps Avere, finally looking up had just realized something Leyk hadn't.
Exiting to the left he let Avere sit in silence, at least he intended to, but Avere opened his mouth and began talking with a clear voice, his non-existent wings making some kind of noise as his eyes seemed empty, as if nothing had ever been within them, silverish, as if blind.
"So you are back, Leyk?" he asked silently, not waiting to receive any kind of answer, his very soul feeling cold and empty, the curse finally having taken effect and eradicated most of what was his self according to Crisis, something the child's curse had only halted from time to time, a hint that might show up a few more times in the future, but not much more.
"Yes." Leyk replied silently as well, feeling almost sorry for someone that had once been similar or perhaps exactly the same as him but had changed so much he didn't feel much anymore.
"Tomorrow is the tournament, isn't it?" he posed a rather obvious question with a sigh.
"Yes." he said once more, repeating himself and making it rather clear he didn't want to talk with Avere.
"Good luck." Avere replied, almost akin to a monotone whisper, only wishing it to him due to societal norms that hadn't really applied in this place in the first place from what they had been able to tell, letting Leyk walk into 'her', or rather, 'his' room.
Being stuck as female was a weird feeling, it was humiliating and embarrassing at first, but had only transformed into something that was constantly slightly unnerving, his skin and body that wasn't even real feeling yucky whenever he moved and acted, whenever he thought about it, but on the other hand the same thing had been going on back when he had been in a male form, so he didn't really know, perhaps it was only the effect of shapeshifting, for lack of a better term.
'She' laid down, not taking of the clothes that were hexed to return after a short while, luckily also being repellent to mucus, regenerating, almost as if they were a part of the body which had made Leyk feel displeased when he had first realized that simple facet of the illusion.
Tomorrow would be the beginning of the tournament, or rather, a kind of brawl where a thousand people took part at once, filling the circular arena that was three thousand foot wide to each side, most starting from the edges, the titans entering after only a hundred were left, and only the ten weakest, aside from manufacturers.