Dami awoke in a small chamber on the ground floor of what seemed to be an old house. Immediately she began plans for escape. She tried everything to making the building invisible. Indeed, she had tried that first only to find that the street they were on was abandoned. Nothing she tried worked and by the time they slipped lunch into the food slot, she was sitting defeated on her bed.

As she warily ate the food they gave her, she tried not to let her thoughts drift to the previous night. She had been semiconscious when Pasco fought the man she now knew to be Calar. She had seen the woman, Krana's knife plunge into his side and saw him fall limply to the ground, probably never to rise again. It all seemed like her fault and now Pasco was dead in the street because of it.

Calar came in a while after she had finished her brooding with a proposition for her. "If you wanna make it through the day, you turn me invisible. If you do it you might even get a nicer room."

Dami thought for a minute, trying to keep the fear that threatened to take over her mind in check. She knew that if she did this, he was going to go and kill the rest of the Rokats, she had heard them talking. However, if she wanted to see the end of the day, she was going to have to be an accessory to murder.

An idea struck her. Whenever she undid a work of invisibility, all she actually ended up doing was calling the magic back to herself. She could probably do the same thing over long distances.

"A bigger room?" she asked, pretending to be incredibly interested in the prospect. "Do I get a window?"

"If you do this for me, I'll see what I can do," he agreed.

Carefully, Dami constructed the spell, careful not to let the invisibility leak anywhere else. She also made sure that his blades remained invisible only while they remained sheathed. If she was to pull her magic back too late, Durshan Rokat would need some way to see that there was a murderer in the room.

Calar looked down at himself when she finished, seeing that he was still there. "What game are you playing at little cousin?" he hissed menacingly, his hand shooting to a dagger.

Krana had been watching from a slot in the door and now entered with a deep scowl on her face. "It worked," she said tartly. "Go get rid of those damn Rokats and bring honor to our family.

Dami saw his faded out body, gleaming with her silver magic, look at her skeptically for an explanation. You're inside the invisibility so you can see yourself, but if you look in a mirror right now, you won't be able to," she explained, looking at another part of the room as though she could not see him. "When can I get my new room? And what's a Rokat?"

Calar left Krana to move the little girl up to the second story room which she would have even more problems escaping from and set off silently through the sunny streets of Emelan. He moved effortlessly past crowds and harriers, going so far as to trick one into thinking that he had lost his mind. He moved more quickly after that, careful not to let his newfound freedom go to his head and make him careless.

He reached the home of Durshan Rokat and made it inside effortlessly. This Rokat had brought his cousin to his demise, so Calar proceeded carefully as he searched the house and dodged servants to find him. He found him in his study with his back to the door lecturing a young boy, most likely his son by the tone he was taking. He crept through the open door and past his guards and drew his knife.

His son's eyes went wide. "Father?" he asked warily, his small voice dripping with fear. "Why is that knife floating there like that?"

Durshan turned angry eyes from his son to see what the boy's imagination had dreamed up this time and saw the knife floating there. His guards rushed at it and he let out a cry of surprise.

Calar swore, slashing at both of the guards. Both fell, one dead and the other badly injured. He let out a loud cry that would surely bring the whole house onto him. He would have to make this quick if he wanted to finish, and then get that girl for an incomplete spell. As he turned to Durshan, an arrow ripped at his shirt, coming dangerously close to actually hitting him.

He looked to see the boy aiming another arrow aimed at him and made for the window. He balanced on the precarious perch and watched as the boy swung the bow around so that the arrow still pointed directly at him. Unwilling to so much as risk getting hit, he jumped.

He landed in a pile of street garbage, getting a much softer impact than he had expected. He slipped out of the waste pile and into an open sewer, barely missing getting hit by another arrow. He found a small piece of a broken mirror and held it up to his face to see his own reflection.