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"...children," thought Vlad.

He lowered his binoculars. He had been keeping an eye on the meeting point for a little while now. At first he thought he had perhaps been mistaken. The first two to arrive couldn't have been more than teenagers. The third on the scene though still younger than Vlad might have expected of an avatar wore signs that were a bit more obvious. No normal person would be wandering around the park in Edge city with a set of katanas, not to mention the rest of his gear was hardly inconspicuous. Vlad had a feeling he was going to feel incredibly old by the time the meeting took place. If these were the chosen of the gods he wondered about the state of such a pantheon. Then again, perhaps he was too old. Maybe Morana had chosen him since compared to the others he was closer to death than the lot of them. He smirked a bit at this thought and stood up from the bench he had been sitting. He tossed his now empty coffee cup in a waste basket and walked toward the area the three avatars now stood.

After the few minutes it took to arrive at the scene he took a second to look at each of the boys who had gathered. The one with the book seemed harmless enough and the boy with the back pack didn't seem much of a threat. The one with the swords, while not intimidating compared to some of the marks Vlad had met on the field of battle, did seem the most dangerous. The way he carried himself seemed to hint at a sense of recklessness. Without giving it much more thought he leaned against a tree and lit a cigarette.

He wondered how much longer they would be waiting.