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[Drayden Calamyr]

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It was cold at this time in Sossaria. the elf had travelled the planes and worlds past...yet he always seemed to return to this place. How would things go now? He thought back two months previous, remembering Dialmon's laugh, his cackle more like. The thought caused Drayden to grin a bit as he rode atop his horse away from Skara Brae. Dialmon was his brother in the art. He had taught Dialmon enough for him to grow on his own,to go on his own journies. And now he was back after such a long leave. Drayden had found him on the outskirts of Moonglow, he was "picking flowers" as he always used to call it.

Drayden, who was only there for a mere day, sensed his firebrother on the isle and immediately sought him out. it was then that the two made a pact. They would meet in three weeks time at the bank in Britain. Drayden laughed nearly out loud at that thought. Before he had left he wouldn't have been caught dead there.

The night began settling in. He wasn't far now. He would be in Britain before too long. And thus the project of getting settled again....

Soon Dialmon would return and things would begin to take form. But for now he would begin laying the framework for their plan and stay out of site most of all. His blue eyes scanned the sides of the road. There were many that would do harm, but alas balance shall be restored in this place. In one way or another.