<strong>The house of Aeryth? I've heard the name in whispers and secrets. Quite a prestigious title.</strong>*He strapped the blade to his back and again glanced to the Drow.*<em>I'll have to watch that one.</em>*He shifted his gaze to the Ancient.*<em>And her I can't read. She seemed to almost flirt, but really put a good bit into that throw. Hmmm...</em>*His last stop was upon the Fay.*<em>She seems a good enough sort. Now that i think of it... When did this spot get so popular.</em>*He scratched his head and gazed up into the sky. The sun sat a little lower in the sky. He looked across the group and smiled at his own humor.*<em>I wonder if even my name can stop the guards from being to curious... or prone to searching.</em>*His last thought finished as his eyes glided across the two attractive females.*<strong>Well it seems to be getting later. I'll be returning for a drink at a nice clean bar. If you three would like to come along then we could have a proper... meet and greet?</strong>*He turned towards the gate and looked back seeing if they were coming.*<em>Hopefully this diverts any would be tension and maybe I can learn something about these three...</em><br/><br/><br/><em>The Draconic Guardian at the eastern gate shifted his gaze to the horizon. Sensing that the line of Guardians in the ruins had failed to fully contain the threat. He pulled a blade and readied into a battle stance. Around him people stared in awe. Some ran in in panic. The guards at the gate hurried out, but seeing no hostility they followed the Guardians gaze. "I wonder what's going on?" "Does he see something?" "Maybe we should send a messenger... Hey Sarge!" Upon hearing of the change in the Guardian's behavior, the Sergeant immediately dispatched a courier to the Royal Residence. Clouds gathered in the East. "I wonder if those Fay have done something with their magic... May the Elders help us if it's not..." </em>