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[Tay Thormear]

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Tatiana curled up in their bed, a basket on the ground beside her and a cup of water in her hands. She was still sick from the drinking contest that night at Poets. She shot back the alcohol as best as she could, sadly enough it was to much for her stomach.

Beowulf sat in his office reading over papers and thinking of recent events. Every few minutes he'd go into their room to check on Tati, than return to reading his papers. Thoughts floated around inside his head, he had been putting plans together for his future latly and it was becoming stressful.

He leaned back in his chair and lifted his pipe off the table. He just started lighting it when he heard the noise. It came from downstairs, sounding like vases falling off tables. Beowulf stood up and walked over to his magic tile, stepping on the magic tile he appeared on the lower floor of his house.

The raven flapped its wings around and crashed into nearly everything in sight. The bird seemed confused where it was going and began flying in circles. Beowulf noticed a letter attached to its leg, he walked over and caught the bird, removing the letter he began to read. He chuckled to himself, lifting his hands in the air and dropping them quickly he appeared infront of Poets Garden.

He walked into the house and made his way to the roof where the tavern was. Standing on the roof he scanned around the room, his eyes picking up every hint of movement. He saw his student Shritana and a man sitting at a table. He strode over and stood at the side of Shritana while she sat on her stool.

"What was I called here for?" Beowulf asked in an impatient voice.

"As you might know, the drow are slowly leaving the surface area. I was hoping this girl here would perhaps beable to lead them and bring them back to the surface." asked the stranger.

"I dont think shes ready to lead, and if you want this so badly why dont you do it yourself?"

The man pointed to his golden eyes. "I am an outcast drow."

"Than I have no need to speak with you. What so you think you should do Shrit?"

"I...I don't want to lead anyone, I listen to Beowulfs advice." Shrit said, she looked up at him and smiled a bit. Returning the smile Beowulf turned and narrowed his eyes at the man. He turned on his heel and began to leave Poets.

He was in the stables when the man came down after him.

"I suggest if you ever have a choice to make with the drow be very careful." said the stranger.

"Are you threatening me?" Beo asked. The man began to chuckle.

"I know who you are Sir Beowulf. I do not wish to fight you, just simply tell you, the drow will kill you if you cross them"

Beowulf snapped his fingers and a red gate appeared inbetween the two. He motioned for the man to step through, Beowulf followed, along with Shritana and a hooded man.

The two argued for a bit, and when it seemed that Beowulf had grown impatient with this mans pathetic attempts of threats the hooded figure spoke up. He told the drow to bow, he was in Dark Cove, the sanctum of The Dark Order so that made Beowulf the authority there.

The drow laughed loudly at the two and told them that they would never be strong enough to face the drow. Beowulf had had enough, he had no intentions of fighting the drow, but if they were all like this than they would all die the same way.

The man was shot back from a blast from the hooded figure. The drow gathered his sences just in time to feel the burning sensation course through him. He was erupted into flames and quickly fell to the ground.

"Should have bowed" the hooded figure stated. Beowulf merely smirked and strode away to more important things.

"No one will stand against me, expecially drow like that." He spoke to himself.