Mordankell sat on the ground, leaning against the well for a long moment. When the dragon suddenly took flight and flew away, he watched the departure with a detatched curiosity. Showing no interest, he went back to watching the line of trees, expecting an arrival any minute.<br/><br/>Suddenly a figure he hadn't expected stormed into the clearing. She approached him with wrathful eyes and stood before him with a demanding expression. His own expression embarassed and sheepish, Mordankell stood to greet Sweetie.<br/><br/>"My dear..." he began, "You really shouldn't have come... This was the only way... can't you see? Haven't you seen the danger you'd be in enough to make you understand?"<br/><br/>Because he was watching for it, he saw the blur of motion as something fell from the sky and disappeared from view on the other side of the ruined homestead. Watching the area, he spotted the silent figure as it emerged, and rose to his feet.<br/><br/>When the figure spoke, he nodded, "I was... waylaid on the way. I seem to have acquired a new shadow. He aims to seek knowledge from.... the being we are to meet."