Malicci Thaddeus Belroth made sure his new ally was dropped off in Thera. First thing he needed to do, however, was get himself ready. Usually, when being team players, Ritualists would make sure they knew how to Lend Health by heart. The black-haired man did not, so he needed to bring along a book of rituals to Mann. There were two more reasons he went to Maldesia to prepare. The first was his journal and that was quickly stuffed in a bag, along with the Ritualists' Book. The second required him to go deep underneath the manor, past the dungeon. The stairs down grew darker and darker as he ventured downward until he reached a room lit by an orb of yellow light.

At the end of the room was a set of light armor with the Belroth family crest, a shield on fire with a withered hand before it, on the front and their symbol on each shoulder. A voice came from the yellow orb, "You may not take your father's armor."

"Who is going to stop me? You?" He took out his runed sword from the scabbard on his back. "Nith. Reasha. Metochid. Those ones will end you." He pointed toward the said runes as he said their names. "It may have once been Demethus's armor... but I have no father and I am the head of this house. Everything in it is mine." No further objection came from the orb as the man put the light armor on. His sword was put on his back before he made his way back to the rift and to Thera. Not to mention his new 'ally'.

"Manndamnit, he wandered off," Malicci muttered to himself when he landed in Niveurbis. He got out his book and looked through it. "Reasha and Jun? All right." He put the book back in the bag and brought out his runed sword again. He cut his hand on the blade, something he was all too used to doing. He chanted a few words and let himself bleed over the two runes specified. With a swift stab into the ground, a portal appeared that took him to a citizen of Brengaard and closed behind him. He checked to see if anyone was anywhere around him, then walked north from the Market Square until he found a Tyval covered in animals.

He pinched his temple and kicked at the paladin. "I didn't know you were that into animals, Tyval," he said when he saw a big one laying on the paladin's armor. "Get up. You can mount your mount later. Or be mounted by it, depends on whether you're a top or a bottom. You look like a bottom to me." Whether or not he was joking could not be easily determined, because Malicci never really smiled unless he was using an alias and his tone was always serious. He put the sword away and let blood drip from his hand without even tying up the wound. He would just cut it again later, so what did it matter?

"Hello, Tyval," Malicci replied in a rather nonchalant manner. His regular expression turned into a glare when Tyval asked that question. "Did you forget why we came here? A child in need of saving from a rat bastard who needs to crawl into a little hole and die? We seek him out, imbecile. If I were a lich, where would I hide a kidnapping victim...?" He shook his head. "Where would I hide a kidnapping victim regardless? Probably a cave somewhere out of the way or something. Maybe a temple with a basement if I wanted the relatives to find them." He put a finger to his temple.

"If you want to catch an evildoer, it's much better to think like one," he said. His voice had a prideful overtone, as if he relished in the fact that he thought like Demethus.

Malicci smirked at Tyval's comment. "Of course I am. What would ever make you think anything different?" He moved a hand through his hair as if he were saying, 'Why, yes, I am the best thing since sliced bread.'

When Tyval spoke of there being no shortage of temples or caves, he motioned for the paladin to get a move on; he would follow. "No shortage indeed," he muttered. "Obviously, we check them all. Leave no stone unturned, hm?" he spoke when a commoner woman passed by.

"Hey, there, soldier," she said as she got a little closer to Tyval. "Mmm, if I weren't married, I would be all over you..." She blew him a kiss and moved on to the south.