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[Zeth MelGair]

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Zeth sat on his throne, Waiting. Tristan had taken Davfal with him on his Quest. Zeth would talk to Davfal in private later to see just how things went but if and when the Young Lycan returned and was sucsseful in aquiring the object, He would be promoted.
When Tristan and Davfal entered the hall, Zeth was amused at his demenor. Licking the blood from his dagger as he aproached.
Zeth was kind of worried at Tristans lack of common sense in some matters, but he had to give the young Lycan credit, he had heart and he had proven his loyality to Zeth.
With a warning of the duties of his station Zeth handed him a purple sash to be worn over his green armour. And charged him with being one of Zeths own personal body guards.
As the nights events wore down Zeth retired to his study. He chuckled to himself as he settled down into his chair to read. The boy had heart and courage that was no doubt. but who would end up protecting who.
Zeth made a mental note to himself to talk to Davfal and find out just how much help he had given Tristan in his quest. He also Made a note that His Mystics would need to give a class on what is Evil and the presecption of evil.
The word evil mulling around in his head. Zeths mind raced back to the night in Umbra when all those thoughts came rushing back to him. How something had made him feel as if he wanted that life style again. Zeth shook his head and stood. it was time for bed.
He walked upstairs to his personal apartment but after standing there looking at the bed left and headed to the roof. He would sleep in his normal spot again tonight , curled up under the base of the tree with its song singing him to sleep.
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