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Lady Silva stood at the edge of the marketplace, hood pulled up to conceal her pointed ears. The inhabitants of the capital hurried around her, too busy going about their business to notice the sharp-featured, hooded woman looking up towards the palace.

Silva had to admit it was an impressive structure. She may have despised everything it stood for, but she would be lying if she said there was not a certain beauty to the structure.

It was a shame she would have to burn it to the ground.

Turning her gaze away from the palace she began walking through the streets, going nowhere in particular. She had arrived two days earlier, so as to minimise any suspicion she might draw. When she had heard news of the Empresses plans to open the Palace to all, she could hardly believe her arrogance. The Empress had a wealth of everything and enemies were no exception.

Still, the Empress had been kind enough to allow her into her home and Lady Silva was happy to oblige. Stepping aside to avoid the path of a Golem, Silva ran through her plan mentally for the hundredth time. Firstly, she would kill the dragon, plunging the Palace into darkness and opening all those doors kept sealed with stolen magic. Then it was simply a matter of finding the Empress, killing her in the most fitting cruel manner possible and burning the entire place to the ground.

A plan as beautiful in it's simplicity as the Palace was in it's decadence.

Turning a corner, she looked around to realise she was approaching the city gate. She had walked further than she had realised. Stopping, she began to turn around to head back to the small alleyway in which she had been sleeping when the sight of three individuals no more than 10 meters away stopped her dead.

A black zarc - a strange enough sight in the capital - alongside a short and frail man who's expensive clothing marked him as a merchant and a giant of a man Silva was sure she recognised. He was pale, with red hair and broad shoulders. Silva had seen the man before. It had been years, but the Titan was a striking figure and Silva remembered her visit to the Imperial Order well.

Two questions formed in Silva's mind. The first - what was he doing here, away from the other riders in their mountain hide away? And the second - Where was his dragon?

Then a third question dawned on Silva.

Would he be useful to her or would she have to kill him?