Thread:Tybereous/@comment-27168578-20160512214706/@comment-25606723-20160517180851

She tilts her head. "We have an interesting one here...." She turns to leave the room. The armored elf follows. "Oh, and by the way, I'll be back once you've had some rest." She says as she leaves. The medic and the guard leave as well, but the guard keeps an eye on him through a one-way-window. The guards at the entrance of the Throne Room in Talcelebkalina, the City of the Silver Light, moved aside as the elven duo passed. The quartz in the ceiling of the city was dark. The blizzard still obscured the sky. Torches and lanterns burned at doors, and two great braziers flanked the palace gates. As they entered the throne room, they saw Tybereous on his throne. He was staring off into the distance, as usual. In a room off to the side, arguing could be heard. Most likely white fang and his generals arguing about the war, the female elf thought. Her companion had left her at the door of the palace, most likely to get some food. He had a hard time eating, with his missing tongue. She pitied him for that, even though he did not want her pity. She did not kneel when she reached Tybereous's throne, but stood and waited. Tybereous didn't look like he noticed her. She sighed in frustration. "Tybereous." She said firmly. He started, and looked at her. "Ah. Welcome, Em. What'd you find?" He said fondly. She frowned. "Sorthog had him." Tybereous stood and walked down from his throne and towards the doors quickly. 'Em' followed. "Damnit, what's he up to now..." Tybereous muttered as they strode towards their mounts, two Ice Dragons. Tybereous's Drake, Xalanth, stirred from his rest. Em's drake was alert and ready to go. They flew to the top of the Great Stair, the city's main access point to the surface, and out of the open fortress air-gates, which were made specifically for the use of Dragons. They landed at the outer guardhouse, and dismounted. Tybereous sighed tiredly. "Lets go." They entered the guardhouse...