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Anya sighed, giving up, she didn't want to be away from Elnin. The gem was the major concern though "You are right, though I still agree that flying would be dangerous...perhaps if I wasn't a white dragon it would work better. As it is I think I might be a tad bit more noticed than the other dragons who fly about. We could always rent horses from that new dealer that has come to the outskirts. It would take less time to travel on horse. As for Nogard I'm sure that Durg will not let his kingdom fall easily."
Suddenly a hush came over the inn, Anya moved her head around, confused. She didn't know it, but the inn had gotten dark, the fire's that lit the place flickering. Shadows swirled by their table forming into a man.

The man stood at 6ft 4in, and had long black hair which covered part of his face. His piercing golden eyes flashed as the shadows withdrew some, and the light in the inn returned to normal. He brushed himself off, then sat in a chair on the other side of Anya. He looked around the room at the quiet patrons, and gave a bright smile. The patrons who had been staring at him looked away, and noise started to rise again as the patrons started to talk among themselves again. Durg looked at the people sitting at the table, noting the two new faces.
"My my, seems the whispers were true. There is a army of Dark Elves causing trouble." He looked towards Elnin, he had taken quite a liking to the young elf over the years. "I also hear whispers that this army is heading for Nogard. Could this possibly be true?"