War'nak chuckled and the shadows faded away. Then suddenly a black presence stood beside him, an exact copy with black fur instead of his white.<br/><br/>The wagon disappeared. It was a magic so old the very earth sighed as War'nak finished the unspoken spell.<br/><br/>"Dragons..... Always an arrogant race. Thinking they know everything, that they are better than other races. You know little of Demons dragon. While it is true Demons are known to use their hosts, drain and discard them. They are the ones that fade and disappear. You see to exist in this plane a Demon must form a truly symbiotic bond. A give and take bond that keeps both connected and allows things you can only imagine. You see dragons, my Demon half is no longer a 'Demon". He is considered a planes-walker. A being neither Evil nor Holy. A Neutral being who does as he wishes. I too am a Plane Walker. As such, we are as one, but also separate. I am not foolish. I will not attack you dragoness. But I will say this. You should rethink your path. As a leader, one with power, it is your responsibility to use that power. The consequences, and even benefits are on your shoulders. So tell me, how will you be remembered? An honorable powerful female. Or a brigand that is to be hunted for your actions? I make no judgement of you, as I do not know you. But know this. I will eradicate the Red Hand. And I will not spare anyone that gets in my way of that goal." War'nak smiled and his darker copy nodded then faded away.<br/><br/>"Now. I must go. I suspect the King is quite baffled by the wagon that has appeared in his court. Good night to you dragons." War'nak turned and wavered as he faded in the blink of an eye.