"That makes two of us," Falin muttered as she unrolled the note and scanned the contents.

"What do you think I've had to go through before?" said Draconus glancing over at Tiberuis momentarily before going back to concentrating on where this strange energy was

"The bane of getting things done." He responds to Draconus, rubbing a little dirt off of his helmet.

Draconus ignored him trying to focus

(( Has the relations between Falin and Tiberius changed at all from being a cold military partnership in the last five years? ))

He turns his head to Falin, before walking over to her with his helmet tucked underneath his left arm.

"What's the news, now?"

(Yeah, she's likely chilled around him. May not be super close friends by any means, but she doesn't look like she's about to kill him at any moment either.)

Clearing her throat, Falin tucked the note in a small pouch on her belt. "Just some updates on the going ons back in Valenwood."

He then looks down with a shameful look on his face.

"About that... I was a madman. I want to do everything I can to helo rebuild Valenwood, but they would not so easily trust us as Makor would, would they?" He then looks into her eyes with his gray ones, his age showing in his eyes, but not his flesh or health. He has been around for 58 years, but still is physically 28.

"I know someone who can help but he has more important matters to attend...and I'm busy enough as it is" explained Draconus

Falin sighed. Eyes too muddy to see the bottom of. "Honestly, that's not my decision to make. That will be up to the Silvenar and Green Lady."

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A WEEK LATER (You can still talk before this event; I'm not interrupting)

There was a loud and sudden knocking on the door. Paalus stood up. Aarfahdon jogged to it. "No, I'll get it."

Paalus opened the door. Kleiro was standing with a loaded crossbow. "Good morning, Paalus."

"Kleiro. What-what are you doing?"

"Where's his body?! The child?!" Five years. Someone finally found me. 

"I don't have him." Aar ran in with a sword. "Aar! Don't! Put it down."

"Why did you kill him? The heir to the Orc Empire." "I didn't kill him. I just heard-"

"SHUT UP!!! You murdering bastard!!" "Geblaan...I swear, with my heart, that I did not kill him."

(I'm temted to aparate there and resolve this may I?)

"Well... with your permission, Lady Falin, I would send a message to them detailing my wish, with your signature to show proof."

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Veyd Sahvoz

(I'm temted to aparate there and resolve this may I?)

(*tempted no, sorry and again, apparate is only a word in Harry Potter, the real word is "transported" or "teleported")