Galanthor nodded, he finally knew what to do, maybe because three partys were fighting now. Galanthor hit the ground with one hand causeing plattforms of stone to rise over the trees and taking the runes with them before they could land. That way the runes wouldn't do much more damage. Galanthor had never seen such foolish people. Why did they fight each other anyway? And even more important...why should everyon of them be right?<br/><br/>"STOP IT, ALL OF YOU!", he shouted. He raised a Hand and a sound high and loud enough to hurt the ears emerged. He kept it just short enough for the people to turn away from their doings. "You don't see what fighting brings to you?" Galanthor's fingers digged a small and slightly deep hole and placed a squirrel in it.<br/><br/>Sighing slightly Galanthor got up. "If you don't stop it, i'll have to step in." Galanthor's eyes turned into a silver glow. His Aura was so strong that normal people would have imagined him to have horns or wings, but as a matter of fact, it merely was the reason the knights of the white flame was never questioned...an aura that was much stronger than it should. Galanthor look at each of the fighters. "Why are you fighting anyway?"