"Hmm... I was certain I felt something this direction, but the eye lost its target. If that was her, she finished whatever she was doing.", he mumbled. His eye had lead him in search of a form of mental magic he hadn't encountered before. It wasn't exactly like what Shia had tried to use against him at the auction, but there were some similarities.

He looked in all directions, but the city all looked the same to him. For all he knew, he could have been going in circles. "Navigating this maze is more difficult than I would have guessed. Everything around here looks identical. This place is nothing like Anameleth...", he mumbled.

He was running out of ideas. How difficult could it possibly be to track down a woman with horns upon her head? She didn't exactly blend in to the crowd back at the auction.

As he walked past an alley, he heard a muffled scream. He turned to see another young woman being held by a shady character with a knife at her throat and a hand over her mouth. "These people truly are barbarians...", he said to himself, as he made his way into the alley.

"C'mon, don't be like that. This doesn't have to hurt", the ruffian said, as he tried to slip the woman's top off.

The more he saw, the more this place sickened him. "Hey, let her go.", he said, in the gravelly voice he had crafted to match his appearance.

The Savage looked at him with the same disgusting smirk he'd had when he threatened the woman. "Oh, why should I? You gonna make me?", he asked.

Celtorix nodded.

The man laughed and released his hold on the young woman. "This should be fun.", he said, as he pointed the knife at Celtorix.

The woman quickly ran from the alley without even a word of thanks.

Celtorix shook his head. Was this truly such a common thing in this world that even the victim had nothing to say about it? In the moment, his mind had been distracted by these thoughts, the man lunged. Celtorix quickly met his gaze, and his eyes briefly glowed blue.

Screams of terror could be heard echoing out from the alley.

Celtorix walked back out into the open, only briefly glancing back at the man, now collapsed in a heap, his eyes wide open as if he were in shock. "You're lucky I'm a neuromancer, and not a destroyer.", he mumbled, again taking to the streets in search of Shia. The sooner he could leave this place, the better.

He again looked around trying to get his bearings. "Damn... I don't remember which way I came from.", he said.