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Continuing, with a sly smile on his face, Draxis spoke to the guard. "All I'm saying is, we risked our lives trying to save this place, when we could have cut and run. We still could now- doubt you'd enjoy being stuck in here without any help. Just asking for a bit of gold to get us on our way...And if not that, all I ask is some rations and equipment for my companions."

Myia took a deep breath as she finished the dance. Pointing the fan up to the Heavens, she held still. She now was 'giulding' the souls to there resting place. The orbs began to sworl around her and go up as they each faded away. Once they were all gone she relaxed. 'My god that is hard to do by yourself.' She thought as her soul felt weak. 'I see why they say you need to do it in groups. The people come over and thanked her even though they didn't really know what she just did. "You all are welcome." She bowed her head and tried to pick up her bag. 'Even affected me physically.' She sighed and forced herself to pick it up. 'Maybe being in a group won't be so bad.' She thought as she went off the find them. Her ears twitched as she heard their voices. 'Their they are.' "Hey there!" She said moving slowly towards them. Once there she sat her bag down and then she sat down. She was tired as she leaned against her bag.

Trajedie looked down at her dagger as raxis moved off. She wasn't used to armor and liked her weapon. She then thought about the tower and the dungeon. After a short while she decided on the dungeon. She was curious about the dark elf and their intentions. She moved towards it without a word to her companions and asked the gaurd for admittance to see the dark elf. she was going to try to get answers.

Draxis eyed the elf, sighing casually. "Leader, yes. Fearless...not so much. In all honesty I thought I'd never have to return to Claybridge. Not looking forward to that."

He laughed quite hard- the elf had a good sense of humour. "Thanks, I guess I'll take that as some reassurance." Pausing a moment, he added "You're not from around here are you?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. The amount of whores and perverts in the place is huge. Father- I mean, the Duke, wanted to crack down on it. Shame, it brings income into the place." Draxis silently cursed, having let himself slip up.

Draxis looked behind, a look of apprehension on his face. "Please, keep it quiet. I'd rather people didn't know. But I can trust you, I reckon. Technically, as titles are passed down, while my father is Duke, as his first born son I'm the Earl. Draxis Claybridge. Parents think I'm dead, or missing- left a few years back."

Draxis looked ahead, eyes unfocused for a moment. "I didn't agree with my father's ways. He wanted me to become civilised, in order to take his place. I was to be kind, trained in the ways of ettiquette, stuck inside a fortress with no escape, married to a woman I didn't love. I couldn't do it, I was too busy hiding in the whore houses, playing on the ships...When the Templars came he refused to hand me over. They came in the night and took me away- I can't stress how grateful I was."