*From outside*

As the sorceress entered the bar, disguised as a young, blonde woman, she looked around and saw a few interesting people. The one she found the most fascinating was a young woman whom was apparently a magician, since she ordered drinks, and then froze the glass with her magic to make the drink ice-cold. Veran sat down next to the woman. "Nice trick you've got there", she said and reached out her hand. "I am Cassandra". The young sorceress looked at Veran and smiled. "Thank you, I am Vanya". As the two shook hands, Veran used her manipulating magic, and forced poor Vanya to like her. They sat in the bar for a while, ordering drinks, enjoying the drinks and having fun.

Later, 'Cassandra' said she had something to show Vanya, and they went to a place where it was much less people. As soon as 'Cassandra' was certain there were no other people around, she possessed Vanya, and then headed back to the bar, creating a shadow copy of 'Cassandra' which made it look like she left.

Now in the possession of a new host, Veran smirked. The foolish paladin would never give her away, and she could destroy them from within. It had been about 200 years, but now she was back in business, and the heroes were doomed. She ordered in another drink, and sipped on it calmly while waiting for the heroes.

((A picture of Veran's current appearance while in possession of this girl will be posted in her sig))

After a while, the sorceress got bored of sitting around. She got up from her chair, and decided she'd go to get a room at the inn, since apparently, it'd take a while for the heroes to appear, and maybe she could get some good information from the inn aswell, or an opportunity to spread some chaos.

The sorceress left the bar, wiggling the hips of her current host seductingly as she did. Her current host was pretty, but not as pretty as Veran herself, of course.

*To east streets*

*From East Clock Town*

The faint screams of agony seemed to fade, though they were ever present as they were in all parts of the town. The sound in the bar was mostly silence, followed by the occasional drip or shatter that came with tipped and shattered milk bottles. Another noise came from somewhere behind the bar, though Tempuros made to ignore it in order to complete his mission.

Stepping down the long flight of stairs to the main floor, the spirit looked about for an appropriate place for his rune. The bar would not suffice, leaving one area left: the stage. Stepping up a shorter set of stairs, he made his way to the opposite side of the raised platform. Bending over, several small runes fell from his robes. He quickly made to organize them around the area. Once he was complete, Tempuros tapped each of the runes with the end of his staff and they became active. Once Relik had finished charging his power, the runes in both East and South Clock Town would connect and consume the entire area.

Having more runes to distribute, Tempuros made for the door. The noise he had heard from before, however, seemed to return in a roar of fury. From behind the bar leaped a fearsome Stalfos, his size gaining several feet on Tempuros. The sorcerer made no sign of panic, and this seemed to both confuse and anger the screaming creature. A giant blade in hand, the beast rushed and swung wildly at its target. Rose his staff and whispered something inaudible, though this did not stop the Stalfos' charge. His blade an inch from Tempuros' skull, the creature had won.

Or, for a moment, it had seemed. The blade fell upon thin air, and the Stalfos lost its balance. It collapsed to the floor, though quickly found its way to its feet again to look around the room. Was there not another of his kind there just a second before? Was he not only an inch away from victory? The beast's mind was a blur, though it continued to look about for its previous target.

From the door to the bar, Tempuros looked at his new prey. He rose his staff and aimed it at the beast, waiting a moment simply watch as it stumbled about in its own confusion. When his observation was over, the tip of his staff began to glow a dim orange hue. The color grew in intensity as a concentrated orb of ethereal matter formed at the end of the stave. The beast made a motion to notice the sorcerer within seconds of this orb forming, but it was too late. A beam shot at the beast and struck it in the chest. With so little life energy of its own, the spell drained the Stalfos of its life within a second or two.

Tempuros felt revitalized. With his goal almost complete and a foe already downed, he returned to the streets.

*To East Clock Town*