((Ok, the plot I had in mind has fallen apart because I tried to rush it, so I'm going to alter it slightly.))<br/><br/>The armored figure looked at the bars and easily passed through.<br/><br/>"Black Fire," the whisper sounded  on the winds again. "And I am the Night."<br/><br/>He drew the blade across Valarinth's throat and lifted it to strike.<br/><br/>"Stop," a human that looked strikingly like the anthro-dragon Tyr said. He was topless, though a pure white breastplate was slung over one shoulder. He had half a tunic tied to his waist and two  ornate swords on either side of that. "I know what you were promised. And that Black fire will never deliver."<br/><br/>"Silence," the winds screeched now.<br/><br/>"She's waiting."<br/><br/>"You lie."<br/><br/>"Sometimes, but not now." Tyr turned to Valarinth. "I'm sorry, but this is just a temporary arangement. I'll explain later but now we need to take care of our guest."