Durkon walked out of the Hall and headed toward the Fishmarket. His thoughts were......clouded by anger....... His expression unreadable, he walked through, not even seeing a "loan shark" called Gurnam. Ahead of him Donny Dozenhands raced, a step ahead of a Town Watch guard. But Durkon was lost in thought, not seeing anymore, he remembered. Today was their annaversery.....Today was that date......Today was the day that she died, no not died, murdered by the thieveing Wolfgang....... He blindly thundered ahead and raised his head and screamed...not a regular scream, but an painful and terrible true hate of the Wolfgang. Opening his eyes he saw a pair of Wolfgang thieves pickpocketing a lady's purse. Two enormous bolts of lightning roared down from the sky into their wretched bodies. He ran back to the Hall, pushing his limits of life. But he did not feel his body. Stumbling into the Hall, lightning crackled around him as he thundered into the Library, the one place that could stop thinking about that. It soothed him to be in the Library, it reminded him of the elvish libraries in Waldark Forest, it made him think of knowledge as he threw himself down into a chair and read about demons. Something in him was acting like a demon...no..it..........NO...it could not be, he had deafeated Abraxas inside him 756 years ago, but in his heart he knew that the demon was turning him into a madman of evil. He doubled his efforts, he would live through this, he would do it for her. For her.