Rogue examined the cloth inside the crystal. "Draco you are a marvel. We'll be able to recognize the scent!" He stated in as he looked at the scrap. "Although, we might have a diplomatic issue on our hands. This looks like an expensive silk."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>He wasn't far off, as the white haired man in question sneers at the shorn piece of fabric. "Cost me Three hundred thousand at the tailor's" he muttered.<br/><br/>"Count Elias!" Shouted a servant, "Welcome home sir!" The Count sighed as he walked into his private manor in Crocus, a dark inner thought boiled in rage at the Silver armed man he subdued. That sword was familiar. And the look the man gave, also familiar.<br/><br/>"This will be interesting." He muttered.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Fenrir smiled softly and pulled Moriko and himself onto the couch and cuddled close to her, taking in the scent of her hair. He didn't want to lose her, or the family that needed him. He had to work out his feeling of nakedness without his right arm. Even if he had to dive head first into the depths of his fear.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>On the outskirts of Fiore, an aging man begins his approach, he was wearing faded leather armor, and carried himself like an old knight. The one thing that many would notice if they saw him, was a single sapphire blue eye.<br/><br/>"You made a life here did you? It's a hell of a lot better then what would've been offered to you. But soon we will meet, you and him, and me." He said, walking away from the town back onto the road.