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Place: Atlas City
Time: Night, Spring 2
From his perch on top of the dilapidated building, Firrazede let out a soft growl. He hated dragons. They were all either self-righteous or just plain stupid. And destructive, he couldn't forget destructive. But most of all, if this particular golden dragon - who had attacked near the city then disappeared at its edge - was strong enough, then it was possible it could find him.
He couldn't have that.
"Curse all your kind, dragon," the Monster muttered to himself. Now he'd have to leave the city; that would make it harder for Saul to find him after her mission was over, but that paled in comparison to the trouble being found by a dragon could cause. Stepping inside, Firrazede waved his arms out to his sides in a grand gesture. With it, a portal to the Astral Plane opened around him, causing the Monster to seemingly disappear. In the Astral Plane, his mortal form faded, revealing his
true form to anyone else currently there. Not that anyone of importance would be there, for mortals could not easily travel to the Astral Plane. Slowly, he made his way south, only emerging - once again in his human form - on a rooftop in Atlas City.
And immediately he frowned. From the streets below, he heard a cheerful melody, one laced with magic that could only come from one of his own people.
Of all the... Firrazede thought, grimacing. He quickly stepped through the Astral Plane again to come out closer to where the music was originating from. Below, on the street, he saw a gray-skinned girl playing the flute, followed by several human children.
Why is that little runt here? And what is she doing? Hm... I'd better find out before reprimanding her. It wouldn't do me any good if I was the one interfering with one of the Lords' plans... assuming that's why she's here, parading about as if to alert every single person to our presence.
Firrazede followed the younger Monster, keeping at a distance and ignored by the children following her. Of course, he wasn't doing a good job at concealing his aura of distain. His presence, yes. His emotions, not so much.