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(Yeah... I`ve been just busy...)

Edwin followed the others outside with a slight smile, as they stood out side he looked at the white robe for a while until he brought his thoughts clear.

"Now why do I find this somehow ironic? A white, a red and a black robe... all seemly after a dragon? But you might just tell us your name white one..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"I have many... none of which are your business, Edwin of the Red."

Quite oblivious to the rain, he led them outside the small village into the forest.

"The dragonorb was in Silvanesti. It captured Lorac with dreams of power and fear. Why are you after it, Ghyreian of the Black? I doubt it is to save Krynn from destruction."

"I find no need to explain to you," Ghyreian replied disparagingly. She ducked under an overhanging branch. The rain fell in a constant stream, beading on her hood and soaking through to her hair.

The White Robe shrugged, as if it mattered little, and continued walking. "Speak what is in your heart, Ghyreian. Dreams of ambition and your lust for power drives you on. But what is your true motivation? The illusions of the mind easily deceive." For one frozen instant he turned and locked eyes with her. Something she saw in those eyes, an agelessness, a wisdom she could not comprehend, rendered her both breathless and speechless.

Speak what is in your heart, those eyes whispered.

Why? Ghyreian felt herself wondering. Why am I truly after the dragonorb?

Ambition and power both, the eyes responded in enigmatic conclusion. But also the inability to accept defeat. Your fear of Cyan Bloodbane. Your anger at how he escaped and slighted you. And vengeance. Yes, Ghyreian. You may have renounced your homeland, your heritage. But they are a part of you still, and you thirst to justify them.

The White Robe's gaze shifted to meet Edwin's and, in turn, Gwyn's.

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The white robes speech and gaze made Edwin too think why he was after it, he wasn`t after powre of saving the krynn. He had no true reason all tough he saw it as his duty to retrieve the orb that the brother hood of mages has created.

"And what about you Edwin of the red?"

Edwin hmped.

"Stop calling my that, Edwin is eno..."

"You didn`t answer my question Edwin of the red.."

The white robe quickly said before Edwin could finnish, but the stare made Edwin more worried than his words.

I don`t know... I am not power hungry... not like Ghyreian, but then why do I follow her into something that might kill me possibly? It was her idea in the beginning and I have followed like a fool telling myself that it was for the brotherhood...

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

They stopped at the edge of a river, where the rain splattered noisily on its flowing waters. The White Robe stretched his arms to the skies.

It was as if the very breadth of Time had ceased to move. A complete and utter silence settled over the world, staunching the rain and even the flow of the river.

"Look into the water," the White Robe commanded, gesturing at the frozen river.

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Edwin looked into the river seeing his image and hmped slightly.

"What do you expect me too see here?"

The white robe didn`t answer as Edwin looked back and his own mirror image began to twist.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

All that appeared in the waters at first was a misty, swirling green. It stared back at them tauntingly, tantalizing them as the waters shimmered again and the Dragonorb materialized, clutched fast in the talons of the airborne Cyan Bloodbane. The view zoomed downward, to the dunes of sand below....

Ghyreian's eyes widened. She knew that place....

Cyan banked, swerving out to the wide, open seas....

"Schallsea!" Ghyreian exclaimed. "One of the few places he wouldn't expect us to look! And that's all the way across the continent, north of Abanasinia - "

She stopped, gazing in surprise at the place where the White Robe had been standing only seconds ago.

He was gone.

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Edwin looked around suspiciously, there was clearly something odd about the white and he suspected many things about the man, but still for some reason his head couldn`t just think of a reasonable explenation. Edwin looked at Ghyreian with his eye brown raised.

"Splendid... we are shown are vision of Cyan Bloodbane by a white robe who disappears like that and has a very odd feeling about him.... too odd... well... if we are going to go to Schallsea then we should be going, if we wish to get the orb back..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Gwyn looked at the spot where the white robe had been. She squatted and rubbed her fingers over the grass.
"We should get going, then." she muttered.

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"We?" Ghyreian began to laugh, then choked on her laughter as the words of the White Robe returned to her. Her eyes narrowed. "Very well. We're going to Schallsea. Let's get some provisions and leave."

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She looked up at the skies. The moon rose high in the sky, shining on them like it was watching them...waiting for them...

She looked around her. The wilderness. She longed for the woods in Silvanesti, but it was all twisted and dark now. Nothing was left. She felt at home in these woods.

She spotted movement in the corner of her eye. She was careful not to move, and then positioned her arrow on the bow. The arrow sailed through the air, landing deep in the hare's heart. She walked over, grimly, and began to skin the hare. Her eyelids suddenly felt very heavy, and she struggled to stay awake.

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Edwin looked quickly at Gwhyn who seemed to have found something and she shot an arrow killing the hare she had saw, Edwn didn`t care for the food at the moment. He wasn`t hungry for food, but answers since the crystal could perhaps shed some light on some issues since the white robe had made him ask even more in his own mind.

Edwin looked at Ghyreian after a while of travelling, she would robably leave him after getting the crystal, but Edwin would at least know that it would be in proper hands if he died unless they both died.

"So... what are WE going to with the crystal, take it to safety? Carry it along us? Take it to Wayreth or try to get rid off much as dragons as possible?... but of course you might just claim it as your own and leave me to rot i presume?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"The latter sounds most appealing," Ghyreian laughed. "But... no. I'll be sensible for once and leave it to Wayreth."

"Our friend seems to be tired," she smirked as she caught sight of Gwyn. "Get up." She prodded Gwyn with her foot. "We're leaving."

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They purchased the horses and some rations. After that they proceeded to make their way across the Plains of Dust.

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It was a few days later that they stopped over a rise overlooking Solace. They had been riding hard for nearly twenty hours a day all through the journey, and all of them were sagging in their horses.

Ghyreian turned to smile at Edwin. It was the first time in years that she had smiled with real warmth. "Remember half a year ago, when the two of us were assaulted by the Seeker charlatans here?"

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Edwin looked around with a smile and nodded throwing his hood off.

"I do..."

Edwin found that odd acting from Ghyreian, she wouldn`t have normally said anything like that and Edwin smiled, perhaps she had learned some sort of a lesson.

"Look... I`m sorry for those bluntish words before as I accused you of being greedy and selfish.... but not to such a wimp as you once refered me to be... I wonder what happened to that High Theocrat Hederick whom had made that order to cleanse the town..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"If we're lucky, he's probably boiling in the Abyss," Ghyreian said dismissively. She looked back at the sullen Gwyn. "Don't worry. You'll get your turn to boil in the Abyss as well."

She nudged her mount down the valley. She could already taste the comforts of the Inn of the Last Home.

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Edwin followed calmly riding and looking around with his hood down, he was slightly cautious and looked around slightly. He rode alongside with Ghyreian.

"Never crossed our minds that there might be draconians here all tough it doesn`t seem so yet?"

Edwin left the question in the air as he jumped down from the saddle and tied his horse to a pole, he looked at the inn or where it had once been. The trees were torn down and the inn was now situated on the ground instead of the tree(if my memory serves me correctly they used dragons to carry them down...).

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!