Despite Angela's previous demands for Akara to eat, neither Angela or Akara was in the mood to think of food. Despair haunted all the heros ... but Ravus' which none had seen for some time .. and Tarot, but all knew where he was, or who he was with in any regard.<br/><br/>Despite Angela's desire to be intimate with Akara, all were in a sour mood as they made their way back to their lodgings, the idea of love making in regard to what Angela hoped Akara would learn to adopt wasn't sensible to start while the king was about to throw away his life tomorrow. If Akara was from mistpeak then definitely yes, it would have helped ease tensions but Akara wasn't and Angela did indeed hope to start her at times when less was on her mind.<br/><br/>Instead both seemed to sleep soundly in their own beds emotionally drained from the news, none were happy with what Karisses and Arex spoke of. And an akward silence that was no fault of either echo'd the halls. As the sun arose both woke, dressed and made their way to the grounds the duel would be conducted on. Angela in a blue equivelent of the dress she wore the previous night. By the time both left the castle two horses and three armed guards for escort, more for tradition than protection was about ready to greet them. Angela took some time to place her weight evenly on the creature but Akara seemed to do so effortlessly, not that the motion seemed to give the warrior much comfort. And angela had some idea of what was troubling her. Loosing their king and having duties that felt crushing by default wasn't a destiny most would think well of no matter how glorious the title. The journey took less time than most hoped and within the hour both were seated cross legged on an enormous cushioned-rug covered by an canvas marquis tent. The scene couldn't be more contrasting to the event.<br/><br/>Apparently the sight and time was selected to represent all elements the dragons represented themselves.<br/><br/>Fire, water, earth, air, life, magic and ageless sacred cycles.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://ipadfiends.com/wallpaper/download/37-river-through-mountains.jpg)</div><br/>Aryia and Roseanna were also present, which nodded in greeting to the new arrivals. None looked happy, none talked, exchanging eye glances was even at a minimum.<br/><br/>The wind was bitterly cold, and thankfully blankets were provided as most assumed the visitors would have not realised how chilly the locations breeze could be.  Indeed it was directly channeled from the ice mountains further up the valley, and only the flowers and plants seemed to relish it. Most took to absorbing the scenery, in the hope it would take their minds of the outcome of what was to occur.<br/><br/>Both dragons were liked. No matter what happened all would walk away with heavy hearts.<br/><br/>The moment the sun would glimpse over the mountain range the battle would begin.<br/>