Arcaeus finally decided to get out of bed. The sun was shining down through a window in his roof. It was a little muffled, so Arcaeus knew something was covering the hole in the roof of his underground cavern. He swung his legs out of bed and grabbed both of his flintlock pistols.<span style="font-style: italic">These humans come up with the weirdest things.</span>he thought as he hung them from the belt of his pants. He didn't bother putting a shirt on, as it was pretty hot today. He opened his door, stepped into the cavern, closed the door, then walked up the slight curve to the opening in the roof. He pushed aside the camouflage netting and climbed up and out.<br/><br/>Immediately he sensed dragons nearby. He ignored them, as they've been more active recently. Though every time they came near, he couldn't help but think of little Janey.<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder what she's been up to...</span>he drifted off for a second, then snapped back to reality. He shook himself and carefully walked over to his Sky Window. A branch had fallen from a nearby tree. He picked it up and carried it over to his wood shed. He tossed it inside, then went back into his house, where he ate a light meal and put on a shirt and a change of pants. He reattached the pistols, and left his home. He needed to head to Thessium, the capital Fronar. He had a network or spies and contacts working out of there, and it was time to check in with them.<span style="font-style: italic">They better have found the gate by now. It's been 500 long years.</span>he thought<span style="font-style: italic">At least the Holy Brotherhood has been pretty much inactive for the past 100 of those years. It seems that assault I led on they're main base left them scattered and without leadership.</span>Arcaeus smiled to himself, remembering the pleasure of revenge. He then grabbed his travel bag, as Thessium was at least a days walk away. He left his cavern and re-covered the netting, then started to walk, wondering what excuses they'd have this time.