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[Arakad]

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Quietly the Dark Knight sat there at the desk within the reading room of the castle; his piercing blue eyes almost glowing as they watched outside the window, the Felucca Moon above casting eerie shadows about the figure. It had been hours since his conversation with the Matriarch; once again time seemed to seep away from the man within the Ice Queen's presence.

~Though she's not much of an Ice Queen these days is she? Half-Breed."

"Silence" Arakad scowled at the thundering voice in his mind. "She is not to be harmed ... but revenge will be mine soon." He turned to the scrolls he had been writing earlier that evening, one to the Otori council the other to the Regency. "We have much to catch up on"

~So you admit we have slept to long old man?~

"I admit...." The Knights voice getting cut off as the doors slam open behind him, Turning quickly to face the intruders - his hand on the hip of the katana at his waist.

"Master; you beconed me?" The humble peasant made his way into the chamber, accompanied by two chaos guard.

"Ah yes Harold correct?" The Dark Knight spoke to the middle aged man. "I have a job for you." With a wave of his hand to the guard escort, releasing them back to their patrols.

The Dark Knight turned to the desk before him, taking hold of a signet stamp and sealing closed two parchments of paper with black wax he handed the scroll to the Peasant. "Take these notes and deliever them immediatly to Nuj`lem; beneath the Felucca Moon, then take the second to the Regency and place it within the hands of Lord Isk And Make Haste." As the man took the two enveloped scrolls and placed them in a satchel, Arakad tossed at the mans feet a bag of soveriegns "Do not tally ... be swift and catch me afterward in Umbra we shall make future business there."

"Yes M'Lord!" Harold responded; quickly taking the coin before the frightening figure before him changed its mind. "Nuj`lem ... Regency ... Umbra ... You can count on me!"

Arakad returned his gaze to the Red tint of the moon beyond the window a cackle starting to escape the man. "Harold the Herald!"

The peasant scurried quickly out of the castle, the sound of his feet pounding down the white stone path into Britain could be heard in the distance.

"Soon all shall be revealed; it is time to catch up with old friends..."

~Old Nemesis....~