Darius Supreme

This was even a mild example, but Darius did not need to consider this too much. Right now, he was gazing at the fatigued Elijah who looked like he had finally worn down his adrenaline spike/caffeine rush and was hit with the tiredness he had been putting off. 

Darius leaned forward and decided to finish things here, since things had worked better than he expected. "Please call for a meeting tomorrow and allow me to handle everything. In the meantime, Lord Seneschal, please rest. We both know you deserve it." 

Elijah nodded and did not see Darius out. As for the fellow, he exited the tent with Gunner in tow, but had unsummoned Mikey and Joneson for now. Since he planned to unveil them tomorrow, it would be better this way. 

If he waltzed around with them now, it could cause rumors and conflicts, both of which he was not looking for just yet. 

Rather, Darius walked around the camp with Gunner, observing the camp while chatting with some of the guards and various Journeymen about banal stuff. 

Through them, he got to understand how this camp truly functioned and the surface things that Elijah knew nothing about. 

Of course, no matter how high Darius\' Charisma or their awe for his Adept power at such a young age, these fellows would not release core secrets of their factions, assuming they knew any in the first place. 

Darius walked through and found the camp for the Thieves Guild. Standing in front of it were two Journeyman hooligans with the Rogue class according to the Analyze skill. 

When they saw the duo approach, they made no intention to stop them, only watching them enter lazily. Suddenly, Gunner\'s aura fluctuated and he grabbed one of the thieves who had been seated on the ground with his Soldering Gauntlets. 

The fellow launched into Gunner\'s hand and his throat was caught inside the large lad\'s palms. Just as he was about to crush the life out of him, Darius patted his shoulder. 

Gunner let go of his anger and dropped the shocked thief, his friend nearby having long disappeared instead of coming to help. Darius walked over to the gasping fellow and knelt before him calmly. 

"Correct me if I\'m wrong, but shouldn\'t measuring your strength against your victim\'s be the first thing to do before attempting to rob random passersby? You should be able to feel our life levels, so what on Faust made you think it would be a good idea?" 

Darius sighed and rose to his feet. "Well, you can redeem your life by leading us to your faction leader or their second in command, whoever is in charge here. Otherwise, no matter who comes to save you, you will die." 

Darius cast a Heal on the thief, whose eyes were bulging. 

A mage with a Life element! 

This was rarer than anything within that category, greatly shocking the fellow for a split second before he jumped to his feet. 

"Right this way, esteemed sir." 

The thief might have been ballsy, but he was a rogue first and foremost, meaning that he was quick-witted and very comprehensive. He understood what he should do and should not do based on the situation, so he adhered to common sense this time. 

Unlike most other factions, there were very few thieves here. Darius guessed that it was less the fact that the guild left their men behind and rather that their men should be deployed all over the place to gather information. At least he would\'ve taken such a course of action were he in charge. 

Other camps probably had one or two of them lingering around in various disguises while gathering crucial information. Darius had even sensed a listening ear during his chat with Elijah, but the fellow had been expelled once Darius got serious through Elijah\'s Mind Power. 

They were led to a small tent in the center of the encampment that was utterly silent and unguarded. Were it not for Darius sensing a person within, he would have thought it was empty. 

Without bothering to announce themselves, Darius and Gunner barged into the tent. There, they saw a large simple wooden desk, and a single white bed in a cot. 

Scattered on the floor around the tent were various jewelry, baubles, and items of value, even weapons and magical items. Darius scanned the floor with Analyze and was surprised to note that some items in the pile were much more valuable than what existed on the top floor of the Polivar Treasure House. 

This interested him, but what was more interesting was the one who sat at the desk. She was a slim woman with a lithe figure, athletic and well built. Her tight leather armor showed off her small bust and moderate hips, though her legs were slightly longer than Darius expected. 

She wore no hood, so Darius could easily see her face. It was quite round and had the makings of a peasant girl, orange-brown hair, thick brows, a soft nose, small lips, and freckles. 

She was pretty in a sense, with the aesthetic that most would expect from female rogues in medieval fantasy, but Darius didn\'t find it much to his taste, so he pegged her as only average looking. 

The woman was currently seated at her desk with her legs up upon it, her shaky chair inclined as she rocked herself slowly. Her hands lay behind her head and her eyes were half-lidded. 

All-in-all, she gave the feeling of a lazy rogue who hated to do things, but was forced to do them by circumstance. Whether this was her natural self or a facade put up to achieve a certain goal with Darius, he did not know… yet. 

Darius decided to Analyze this woman before she could speak. 

[Detected target is of a Neutral affiliation. Displaying details accordingly.] 

[Name: Darla Brown 

Race: Human 

Class: Rogue 

Subclass: Lucky Star 

HP: 2,295/2,295 

MP: 3,867/3,867 

Level: 57 

Strength: 51 

Agility: 98 

Endurance: 45 

Intellect: 68 

Charisma: 19 

Luck: 50.] 

Darius froze where he stood, not even hearing what Darla said next as he took in the sight of something that should practically be impossible! 

There was actually someone in this world who had the same amount of Luck as him… Luck at the Adept level!