<span style="color: #00FF40">Adalric was growing disgusted with himself as he let this shameless woman dance with him. Her hands left a horrid chill on his skin--sickening. He held himself back from ripping out her throat this very instant. After all there were far too many witnesses at the moment--his train of thought was cut short as he felt his mother's locket warmed gently. It was a strange feeling. Comforting even. <br/><br/>As soon as the song slowed to a halt, he excused himself from the <span style="font-style: italic">woman</span> (and he uses the term loosely--very <span style="font-style: italic">loosely</span>). Strolling pass the guests causally, he makes his way towards the exist of the ballroom intending to leave the castle for some time--but first he had to get out of this formal attire. Quickly undressing and redressing into his normal and very comfy outfit-- A pair of dragon leather pants, a tight fitted half tee of light wight armor, a pair of dragon leather gloves and boots. Not to forget his leather dragon trench coat along with his many enchanted jewelry. <br/><br/>Sighing softly he took the silver locket out from an inside breast pocket of his trench coat and opened it. His eyes narrowed at what he saw--the rose petal was glowing but he glow was now very dim almost non-existent at this point. Holding it up he concentrated on the petal and the faint energy that lingered on it. Snapping open his eyes he smirked--he had managed to grab a hold of an energy signal.<br/><br/>The gleam in his eyes turn into a more animalistic and dangerous, "Here I come, <span style="font-style: italic">My</span> Rose."<br/>Going towards his window he stepped up to the railing and leaped off, spreading his wings he flew off into the night in reach of the energy. </span>