Toren slept soundly when he awoke to the many sounds of the people of AI. The night before was one of those nights for him. He still had painful memories of Annebethea and it was hard for him to breath. He felt his world crumbling around him, and his life force lessoning. He had to get out of the city and fast, but his body wasn't responding to his brain. He couldn't move, and he felt the rage returning to him. It was two years ago that Annebethea had been slain by his clan, but he still held tightly to her memories. Giving up in exhaustion Toren passed out on the floor of his home, and slept the rest of the day away.<br/><br/>Yawning loudly he rolled on to his back, and looked up at the ceiling. "What am I doing on the floor?" He sat up and looked around trying to remember what had happen to him last night. Getting up to his feet he peaked out of his window, and saw that there was a mass movement in the direction of castle where the priesthood resided. He quickly got dressed and stumbled out the door as he bounced on foot trying to get his shoe on.<br/><br/>Shutting the door behind him, he moved in to the crowd and followed along with them. He wanted to know what was going on, and well to be honest if the humans were doing it then he wanted to do it too. The breathing room was lesser than an inch, and the was pushing from all side not intentionally though. Just when some of the people walked they all sway from side. He looked up to see the young daughter of the Head Priest Iarasis, but not Iarasis himself. "What's going on?" He asked some random citizen, "War my friend. War."<br/><br/>Toren's eyes widened and then he looked back to Anethrial watch and waiting for something to happen.