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Zanth let his eyes lift back up and he stared at the Dragoness giving her a sad smile. "I thank you for your kidness Lady Dragon, but Argonos is my home, he would not spare it because of a request." His eyes then moved to the new Dragon that had walked in he wondered how many there were and why the were helping the demon king. "I already know what he will do, and planning to rebuild this world is far from his shattered mind. he knows how to form his words so they sound like truths, but he wont rest untill he satisfies his thrist for bloodshed, you really think he is that calm, once he sleeps and his mind is not so tired, you wont like what you see." His hand came up and traced a burn mark on his shoulder. slowly he stood and the flute vanished and he turned his face away from the dragons in the room and he clenched his fists. "I should leave before he wakes again."

A smirk crept across the dragoness' lips, "Oh I believe he'll spare it. One way or another." she said coldly, almost as if she were planning something at this moment. She continued to listen to Zanth about the dark elf, for some odd reason she felt the same about the dark dragon, "He sounds just like my master..." she said, this time softly, while a finger traced one of the larger scar on her face shortly after Zanth had done the same to his shoulder, "Seems like we were both tortured..." she said softly, her eyes changing back to their shade of green.

Firion's gaze quickly shifted from the wolf to Hunter, how could he have missed him? He just looked around the area, with a quick shrug he slowly made his way over to him, "Why wouldnt I be?" he asked curiously. When Hunter gestured to his wound he only smiled, "This? I only had an argument with one of the Guardians, nothing to worry about." he chuckled, although he was expecting Hunter not to believe his story. He turned back to his wolf and quickly climbed on, before turning his gaze back to the other wolf, "Lets get going."

Hunter just closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Man, if I ever meet these 'guardians' of yours remind me not to get them too pissed off." He said, "because if that's from an arguement I'd hate to see what they'd do to anyone not on their side.."

"Anyways, I am a kitsune and the son of a great warrior and tracker in my clan," He added giving Sheera a slight nudge to let her know to get ready to go, "Plus my name says it all, I'd be dishonoring all that if you could find me just by simply looking around...alright dragon boy think you can keep up?"

He tugged just enough at Sheera's thick neck fur to let her know that he was ready to go and lowered himself on to the wolf's back as she took off heading in the same direction that the others went, seemingly excited to finally get moving again and with a rider as well.

The dragon sitting down at the table shrugged almost as if he didnt exactly care about the meeting, "It's completely alright." he said kindly before actually looking up at her, "Just so we are clear what are we going to do when we meet with him?" he asked. While he waited for her response he pulled out a small bag and began emptying the gold coins inside. Once the bag was empty he began counting.

"Well i have to give him a little slack, Grandmother was a child when he took the throne and even then he was already an old dragon, he is hundreds of thousands of years old and possibly a little mental." Vestakia said twirling her index finger near her temple before staring at the water Hunter slid towards her. "I dont know how he has lasted as king this long." she took a sip of the water and wrinkled her nose and shoved it away. "Thanks Hunter, but i think i'll just keep the headache." Vestakia leaned back an sighed. "Okay, so from what you told me i think it would be best if we didn't just infrom the King of whats going on inside Tal'rukk, but that we need to raise an Army agaist it...Grandmother told me of a vision she always had as a young woman of a comming war elven kind and wild born, even the fairies, fighting agaist Demons and other Dark creatures such as Orcs and even the undead. If we can't convince the King that what Grandmother saw was what was comming, then at least we warned him and i hate to say it but we'll have to stop that crazed drow alone."

The silver dragon's gaze shifted from his small coins to Vestakia, "If it is at all possible for me to do, should I summon the Guardian's to help persuade him? I don't think he would deny the word of an elemental." he said, quietly laughing at the thought of how the old dragon would react. He quickly cleared his throat, "However, if I am to summon them I need to know which of them you think should speak so I can speak with them now."

((The Guardian's are qualified as gods, but the Elyodrakk don't use the term. I dont want to go into detail, but its a superstitious belief.))

Vestakia stared at Firion. "He is an Anchient Dragon Firion, His decisions are final and are made on his own terms, kind and slow witted as he is now, please do not insult him, i do not want to have him agaist us as well as the Dark King." she said quietly. her head turned to Kisuke and she gave him a small nod. "Glad you finally came in...i was telling everyone that the King finally agreed to see us-" Her head suddenly snapped to the stairs when a startled shout ran out and someone came crashing down the stairwell.

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Zanth stood at the top of the tavern stairs, even though he had purchased a room, he had staied awake all night, he had to find some way to convince the group he was a useful asset and join them, before the Demon King decided he was useless and killed him. he was about to make his way down the stairs when a drunk stumbled out of his room and slammed into Zanth throwing the poor goblin down the stairs. he let out a shout and curled up into a ball out of instinct and hit the floor, hard. "ow..." he whimpered uncurling himself and wincing as he moved, his right shoulder throbbing in pain. he could feel the eyes of everyone in the tavern on him, some of the larger men laughed and Zanth looked at the floor shamfully hiding his face behind his mane of hair. 'great...i can't do anything without something going wrong.' ever since he had crossed the border, nothing but bad luck had plagued him, the fairies had hid from him when they felt the taint from Tal'rukk, the guards entering the city of Argonos had stopped him and questioned him as to where he had gotten all his gold and he had managed to get the only room in the tavern that had a hole in the roof and a large owl that nested in the rafters and had decided to glare at Zanth the entire night. 'i might as well announce that i work for the Demon King and let my suffering end now...' he thought, forgetting about the champions and going to a table at the fartest corner sitting down trying to pretend that he didn't exsist. he wished he didn't.