Growing Up

[Tormay Eludes]

Tormay made his way around the cavern room. He could hear the Crystals singing as he wandered around, looking for someone. Tormay knew he had to be here, otherwise the Crystals wouldn’t have brought him here. Once he came to the central room, still sealed as it had been for years, his heart dropped. Perhaps he was brought here by mistake after all.

As he turned to leave, the Crystal’s song rose in volume, and he swore he could here a voice from inside the sealed chamber. Looking cautiously over his shoulder back at the wall, he calls out “Arky? Arky, you in there?”

A small smile forms on his lips, feeling childish at using the nickname he had given Krollon years ago. While he wasn’t confident that it would work, he decided to see if the room would open up for him, and reached out his hand to touch the Crystals that formed the last wall. It was smooth, and cool to the touch. Now that he was in contact with the wall, he could feel the vibrations the Crystals made to make their song. The song abruptly changed, jumping octaves as fast as it increased volume, and no longer following any harmony.

Stepping back from the wall to cover his ears did not help block out the sound. To make matters worse, his back began to burn. The Crystals were now so high in pitch that he could not hear them anymore, but the vibrations still racked his mind. The burning on his back had grown to the point where he felt as if his wings had caught fire, and as he dropped a hand from his ears to check, he singed himself on them.

When it seemed he could take no more, the Crystals reached the end of their peal, and the whole cavern shattered, leaving Tormay floating in empty blackness. Pain coursed through him as the wings smoldered, the fire dying off and ashes floating away.

Just as he was drifting into unconsciousness, a figure glided over to him. While he could not make out the face, he could feel the reassuring presence of his old friend, “Arky?”

The figure reaches out and puts a soothing hand on his head, -Be calm Tormay. Everything is ok now. Return to your home and try again. You will do better as you learn more.-

“But, I don’t know what to do. I want to keep my family safe and everybody happy, how am I supposed to do that if I keep messing up?”

-Learn from your mistakes. If you need guidance, find my book in the library, it will teach much about life. Do not fret Tormay, you will do well.-

At this, the pain leaves him slowly and he drifts off into blissful sleep.

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Tormay snaps from his daydream, staring at the book that he had been translating for weeks now. The first time he had the vision was after the fight with the vampire Sergei. Since then, he had experienced the same dream four times, and always when he was working on the book he had found described by Krollon. While it was mostly full of detailed descriptions of sword fighting styles that Tormay had never heard of, it also contained the stories of heroes who overcame great odds to do the right thing. There were even a few stories of romance and one of a comedic nature.

Tormay was sure that Krollon knew what he was doing when he guided Tormay to this book, so he would study it for a long time to come.

[Asegard]

Dark as night and silent as a frozen wasteland a dream blooms from such a slumber. A figure appears in a vague representation of a man long gone from the world of Rhy Din, a man dressed in black with long light hair and a weapon at his side. He approaches the fairy before him within this dream world as the fairy in reality lay sleeping.

The figure spoke highly, “My friend, in a distant land one you have come to visit, war has laid fires to the land and death to its people. I fear I am not long for this world as seven of us twelve have been killed thus far. I fear holy men were at the hands of their deaths, though I am not certain of this outcome… My dear friend, Tormay, this may be the last time I speak to you. Farewell, and may Rhy Din be at peace.”

The figure began to shade out and dissipate into the darkness of the night as the feeling washed over that he was gone for good, and this was his last appearance to anyone in the realm and once again the dream world was black and silent.

[Tormay Eludes]

Tormay enters the Great Hall wearing a black tuxedo. Bowtie, handkerchief, and fairy wings all in the same green. Before moving in to mingle, he straightens the coat again self consciously.

From the dance floor, Topaz of course has to wave to Tormay before placing her hand on Lucien's shoulder. After Tormay gave a small wave to Topaz and Lucien, they begin the first dance of the evening. Noting his mum’s beautiful snow queen dress and Lucien’s tux before moving on to the bar to find a drink and wait for the festivities to really pick up. While the music was catching, and everyone looked their best, Tormay did not really pay much attention to the goings on. Keeping his eye on the door while sipping his juice, waiting for her to show up.

His breath catches slightly at seeing Taneth as she slowly enters. Wearing a light pink strapless, iridescent taffeta dress that features a beaded bust, diagonal ruching across the midriff, dropped waistline and a ball gown skirt with tufts accented with beading. Her hair is down in long, fat curls and off her face with the help of beaded pins. Looking this way and that as she discerns who is about, but the music draws her in further and she sways lightly on her feet in time with the melodies.

Tormay grins from his place, watching Taneth mingle and exchange pleasantries with Bran and Azjah. When he finally does make his way over slowly, he is too busy straightening out his jacket and checking his handkerchief to catch on to the conversations going on.

“Tormay!” As always, Taneth seems delighted to see him, “You look wonderfully handsome,” beaming the whole while.

Taneth looking so beautiful in her dress, and her smile blanked out his mind for a moment, giving her time to talk a bit more with Bran before he can recover. Finally, his wits returning, he gives her low formal bow, “Good evening,” Then straightens up with a smile, “You’re looking beautiful tonight yourself.”

After giving a giggle, she returns a curtsy, just as formally, “Grand eve,” and after a moment, letting the formality pass, “Thank you, I found my pink.”

“The pink is wonderful on you,” giggling himself.

“As do your green,” reaching up to touch upon his tuxedo, “Tormay, do you know the Mister Diamond?”

Looking around for a moment, caught off guard by the question, “Mister Diamond? Oh, Bran! Of course I know him,” Smiling and giving a slight smile to the man-lizard, “Evenin’ again Bran.”

“Hello again, Tormay! Your wingsss look cool,” Bran’s trademark hiss is always charming to Tormay, his smile growing into a full grin.

“Thank you, your scales are looking extra shiny tonight.”

“Well, I do try to keep myssself looking dapper in cassse eventsss like thisss pop up,” Bran’s own grin making an appearance.

Before Taneth returns to the conversation, she waves to Topaz and Lucien, drawing a ‘Do they not look wonderful together?’ from his mum. While it escapes the notice of most, Tormay catches it and blushes slightly, hoping no one else noticed.

[Tormay Eludes]

“Are you going to dance tonight, Bran?” Taneth asks.

“Dance? Me? Well, I don't know…”

Taneth begins to hum and sway to the music as she turns to watch Topaz and Lucien. Catching her gaze, Tormay is not one to miss what Taneth is thinking, “Would you care for a dance?” Offering his arm to her at the same time to escort her to the dance floor.

“Hmm?” glancing to Tormay with smile then a nod as she takes his offered arm. “Did you have fun last night?”

“I did, but it sure wore me out,” Positioning himself properly he begins a slow graceful dance, guiding Taneth through the movements.

She moves with his movements, slow and graceful, as she smiles at him, “You looked wonderful last night too.”

“Really? I think it looked a bit comical know that I think about it,” giggles at the image of himself the night before. Dressed up as he was for the masked ball and half-shifted into his dragon form, “You looked wonderful last night too. You always do.”

“Ooh, thank you. You dance so well,” she said with a delighted giggle.

“Well, I have had a bit of practice. You seem to be better at dancing then I,” smiling as he guides her into a series of spins.

“Maybe I have had practice too,” following his lead with the spins.

“Well, that much is apparent,” with a giggle.

Grinning at him, “I hope you have fun tonight.”

Grins as he begins to twirl with Taneth around the dance floor, “I hope you enjoy yourself tonight too. It would be a shame if you didn't have fun at a ball.”

She smiles as she tucks her chin down a moment, “I am having fun.”

“Really? That makes me happy.”

He brings Taneth into a graceful dip to end the dance. After returning her from it just as gracefully, he asks, “Shall we go and see the hosts?” having noted the arrival of Rakeesh.

Giving a soft ‘whoo’ from the dip, she smiles and nods, “Yes, please.”

Tormay offers his arm to Taneth, and after taking it, they go over to greet Xeric and Rakeesh. Coming before them as they are seated, He gives a formal bow to both, “Good evening, milords. I am Tormay Eludes, and I am escorting Lady Taneth Mercer.”

From here, he rises to present Taneth to them as she curtseys before them with a beaming smile.

“It is nice to see you Tormay, and this is your escort?” Xeric gives a slight grin as acknowledges them both.

Rakeesh turns to bow in his majestic, liontaur manner to Tormay and Taneth, “Good evening, friends. I am glad to see you here. Will you be able to attend the challenge tomorrow evening?”

“I will be attending most definitely,” Tormay responds with a grin.

[Tormay Eludes]

Xeric leans over to whisper to Rakeesh, and Rakeesh nods in understanding before turning to Simini to greet her. Tormay takes this whispering to his advantage to make off with Taneth, and back to the dancing. He giggles slightly as takes up position and waits for Taneth to take her place. Once she readies herself with arms and hands in the perfect position, Tormay begins the first steps of their next dance. Since he had more energy then last night, he begins a more difficult rumba, keeping the dance smooth and graceful even with the hip movements that are added in. While the fabric of the dress hides, Taneth’s hips, the sway of the fabric shows that her steps are still as perfect as ever.

Spying Asegard as he enters the hall, Tormay guides Taneth into an eight step spin, using his now free hand to wave to him while continuing the dance. Taneth giggles through it, being too caught up to wave to Asegard.

“I love spins and lifts,” Taneth grinned up to him as she returned to the basic position with him.

“Hmmm, lifts you say?” As he guides her into more spins and twirls, “Maybe we should see about doing a swing dance next time then?”

“I do not know it, could you teach me?”

“Of course, it is my favorite dance.”

“Then we will need to try it.”

Tormay nods to this with a grin, and at seeing Asegard wave to them, begins to rumba with Taneth over to him. Following his lead, Taneth finally spots Asegard and calls out his name. Tormay finishes the dance by sending Taneth out on a spin and as she turns to face him again, gives a bow, flourishing his free hand and placing a kiss on the hand he is still holding. He then rises and gives a wink to Taneth before turning to Asegard, “It is good to see you here.”

Taneth curls into Tormay’s arm, beaming from the kiss to her hand and looks to Asegard, “I am glad to see you!”

[Tormay Eludes]

Tormay rises and winks to Taneth before turning to Asegard, “It is good to see you be here for a little while at least.”

“I was surprised I was able to make it here. Times are rough, some call that line a thin one. As I gave my word, I made it.”

“Well, hopefully things will shape up right,” Giving a small smile to Asegard.

“Indeed, but time may run short quite soon. I was hoping to be able to stay a bit longer, had it been another night perhaps.”

The doors to the Great Hall are pushed open forcefully and two dozen knights enter and surround the area where Asegard and friends were standing. Eyeing the knights, Asegard recognizes their crests as his own. Tormay, about to suggest a drink, stops short at seeing the guards. From the bar, the old liontaur Rakeesh’s hand instinctively slips to the giant great sword harnesses to his furry back.

Through the knights from the doorway steps one Ceillius Darka, “I figured you would be here.”

Asegard responds after taking a step towards Ceillius, “What is it?”

Rakeesh exhales on a short, quiet sigh, and he allows his fingers to slip from the hilt of his great sword. Though his old red-brown orbs stay locked on the company of knights curiously. Tormay is also curious, and being surrounded by the knights with Taneth and Asegard, has nowhere to go, so instead spends his time studying the armor and insignia’s.

Pushing some black hair behind his ear, Ceilius takes a moment before delivering the message, “I have been sent to bring back with me the Keeper of Balance to his home world. Black King Asegard of Nadellica, we are here to escort you back to our realm for aid in this time of peril.”

“And my order of knights were needed for this escort?”

“Quite so, it appears the Vaticun is after your head as well as mine. Traveling alone is unsafe since they have come to find King Lordians already.”

As she tries to tuck herself behind Tormay and away from all the knights, despite Asegard knowing them, he whispers reassuringly to her, “It will be ok,” thinking to himself ‘I hope…”

Taneth’s fingers brush against his wings as she nods, still staying behind him, and watches Asegard. She's still nervous about it all.

Shocked by the news of Andreis Lordians being caught by their enemies but manages to hide his concern, “Is that so, then my time here is cut less than I had imagined.”

“Quite right. May I suggest, Black King Asegard, that you say a short farewell to your friends, and let us be on our way, your comrades are waiting for you.”

Turning to Tormay and Taneth, “I believe this is our resting point for our story together. Perhaps I may come back to visit after I have taken on my duties as King and Keeper.”

Tormay smiles, trying to hide his concern, having a bad feeling about what was happening, “Don't worry about us. I'll be here when you come back, and your room will be waiting for you. Good luck!”

“We will see you again, Asegard,” Taneth adds.

After a bow to each of his friends, Asegard says simply, “Farewell.”

[00:39:13] Tormay Eludes: ::smiles sadly and nods::

Cellius sighs and glares at Asegard, “Unless you wish for our war to spread here, I do suggest we leave.”

“Very well.”

Ceillius turns and moves towards the door past the knights, Asegard following closely behind. The knights fold in and move out the door behind the two kings. Doors slamming shut at their exit.

“Politics, dust, and ashes. That is Rhy'Din,” very, very quietly, to himself is Rakeesh, summing up the events in one sentence from the bar.

After watching his friend leave. He turns to Taneth, who was still behind him, and gives her a reassuring hug, “He’ll be back, it will just take a while. Would you like to have a drink now?”

The hug comforts her enough, though her eyes stay on the door. His question, though, draws her attention and she nods, “Yes, please.”

Tormay takes her hand and gives it another reassuring squeeze and then heads over to the bar to grab drinks. He nods to Rakeesh before motioning to the barkeep for a couple of glasses of sweet wine. Taneth follows along, and there's a hesitant smile to Rakeesh as they near the bar, “You are having fun?”

Sliding the empty mug away and waits for it to be filled again, Rakeeah turns to Taneth, “I am old, effendi, and it gives me joy to watch others in the vibrancy of life. I hope you are enjoying yourself, as well.”

Tormay offers thanks to the keep as he returns with the wine, then turns to give one to Taneth. Shee takes one of the glasses with a smile then nods to Rakeesh, “I will look forward to your duel tomorrow.”

After taking a sip of his wine, Tormay turns to Rakeesh with a smile of his own, “I'll be cheering for you tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Taneth and Tormay. I hope that I will give you both a good show, then,” spoken as he allows for a subtle, friendly bow.

Tormay Eludes giggles and returns the bow, “I'll be taking notes then!”

[Tormay Eludes]

DUEL Xenograg: “RING BLUE 15: Xeric and Tormay both thrust again, and the match ends in a tie! FINAL: Xavior Mues tied Tormay Eludes, 7-6.5 in 15 rounds!”

Tormay reaches in with the rapier, getting himself impaled again as Xeric steps into the final trade to end the duel.

Xeric offers Tormay a deep bow, “Well done. Excellent duel.”

Tormay steps back and gives his own low bow, “Thank you for the honor, Overlord Xeric.”

From the sidelines Lydia winced as she caught the end of the duel, but a tie was better than a loss, “Well fought, Tormay!” Then unwraps her brownie, and the nomming commences as she glances between Taneth and the minstrel.

After giving a salute to Xeno and a thank you, he sheathes his weapons and hops from the ring.

“How are you this evening, Taneth?” Soerl asks as he busily unwraps the cookie. He glances over at his water. The one that had been refused earlier. He eyes Lydia briefly, then looks back to Taneth.

“I am peachy! How are you?”

“Glad to hear that. I'm doing well, thank you,” he smiles and then takes a bite of the cookie. Briefly, he looks around for someone. Safe.

Tormay approaches and wraps Taneth in a hug from behind and nuzzles her neck, “Hello there.”

She bobs on her toes as she grins at Lydia and Soerl, then Tormay's got her, “Oh!” giggling at the nuzzle, “Hello. You are so good at dueling, Tormay.”

Lydia smiled to Tormay, but was busy inhaling brownie, but you know, remembering Soerl was standing right there, she went back to delicate bites.

After a giggle and a nod to Lydia, “Only as good as my opponents let me.”

Soerl, idly chewing on the cookie, waves to Tormay.

More giggling and Taneth offers a brownie up to Tormay, “Want some chocolate?”

Waving to Soerl, but doesn’t let go of Taneth, and declines the brownie. His idea had already taken hold of his mind and even chocolate wasn’t going to distract from it. He tilts his head down a bit to whisper in Taneth’s ear, “I have an idea to put on a show for the new Overlord. You wanna help?”

“A show?” nodding up to Tormay.

“A kind of dance,” all giggles at this point.

“Ooooh?” leans to set her bag by Lydia along with the brownie she offered then turns to look up at Tormay, “Tell me more, please.”

“Well…” then leans down again whisper the plan in Taneth's ear.

After listening carefully, she blinks a couple times. Then tries to open her mouth to speak to Tormay, but only continues with the blinking. Stepping back from her to get a better look at her reaction, he is overcome by even more giggles.

“When?” after she finally finds her voice again.

“Right now if you like, the Overlord is still here,” Glancing over to Xeric with a big grin on his face.

Giving a nervous little glance to Xeric, she asks, “What if he does not like it?”

“I am sure he will appreciate it at least,” giving a small shrug. Actually, Tormay hadn’t thought about that.

Whispering her response, “If he does not like it then you will not let him cut my hair or anything, right?”

“I promise, I won't let him cut your hair or anything. Besides, he is a rather nice person.”

“I told him he was cute before, but I cannot recall if he ever smiled.”

Tormay offers his hand to Taneth after a glance over to Xeric noting that the Russian was indeed not smiling, “I guess he isn't very expressive, but that doesn't really mean much.”

“Okay…” she takes his head, trusting him in this, and also sends a glance Xeric's way.

They head over to an empty ring together, waiting for the last duel to finish. Once he reaches the ringside, he turns to smooch Taneth on the cheek with a giggle, excited at the show they were about to put on. A smile at the smooch was all the encouragement he ever needed.

DUEL Xenograg: “RING RED 15: Simini sidesteps Wyheree's lateral parry for the winning advantage! FINAL: Simini defeats Wyheree, 5-3.5 in 15 rounds!”

Noting the end of the duel, Tormay enters the empty ring, With his assistance, Taneth climbs into the ring, and twirls around once under his arm, drawing another giggle from him.

Xeric finally turns his gaze to Taneth and Tormay “Are you two planning something? Or plotting on me?”

While Taneth’s eyes go wide, Tormay giggles while he guides her to the center of the ring. Giving her one last reassuring hug before he turns to Xeric, “Planning something you could say,” giggling as he gives a low bow.

Xeric just rubs his chin, unsure what to make of the situation as he watches the two.

[Tormay Eludes]

Unsheathing the rapier, Tormay turns to kneel in front of Taneth, presenting the rapier by holding it out to her in both hands. In a low voice he tries to reassure her, “Don't worry, you are about to dance, nothing can go wrong when you are dancing.”

She nods to Tormay after tearing her gaze from the Overlord, then reaches to take the rapier. Tormay grins and rises from his kneel, moving around behind Taneth, placing one over her sword hand, and the other around her waist to make it easy to guide her. Taneth giggles at Tormay's position behind her then regains control of herself, ready to begin.

Taneth lets him manipulate her limbs as she gracefully follows his guidance, bringing the rapier into a vertical position before Taneth, then a graceful slash into a basic stance, as if ready for a duel. A classic salute to the Overlord.

Xeric’s first change in expression thus far comes in the form of him narrowing his eyes.

With a slight pressure to her waist, and a gentle push down, Tormay guides Taneth into a graceful lunge forward, holding the position for a moment before twirling Taneth in a pirouette, ducking under the rapier as it comes toward him and coming up to catch Taneth into a basic stance again.

Taneth knew she would have swooned already if this wasn't so important to Tormay, instead executing with precision as soon as he shows her what to do. From the thrust the go into a series of graceful cuts, spinning together around the ring as they are delivered to invisible foes. Taneth let’s him manage the cuts as she spins with him, every once in a while trying to glance out to see the reaction of Xeric. To finish the cuts, Tormay gently turns her wrist into a low circle, parrying away an ’attack’. Using his feet with a slight pressure to the sides of hers to guide her steps backwards, his hand on her waist to help her keep balance with unfamiliar steps. Taneth’s lips purse as she actually concentrates on this. It’s a new move after all, this would never have come up in a waltz for sure.

Tormay continues the dance of the blade, a quick parry upwards and a spin to the side. Getting a squeak of surprise from Taneth at the sudden change in direction. Stiffling a giggle of his oen, Tormay was not willing to lose concentration for a minute. From the fancy maneuver and back into more cuts, quicker this time and with tighter spins. They were building up for the big finish.

Following his lead, Taneth stops her spins at the gentle pressure that pressed into her waist from Tormay’s hand. Then, with guidance, she brings the rapier back to brace for another ‘attack’ ready to fend it off. All of this was done in a fraction of a second, for it seemed that Tormay had not paused at all. As he continued his spin out, he drew his dagger and delivered an attack of his own to the invisible foe for a graceful stop hit.

Now facing each other, Tormay grins at Taneth’s surprised gasp, dropping the dagger so it sticks in the dirt. Then spins Taneth into his arms, holding her sword hand so that the rapier stayed out of both their bodies, and without torquing her wrist. From here, there was nowhere left to go but into the dip, then he gives her a kiss for show.

Now she does swoon at he spins, dips, and kisses her. Taneth presses a kiss back because it feels good to her, at least.

Breaking his emotionless mask, Xeric applauds the show, “Nice form. Well done.”

Faces still close from the kiss he whispers, “Thank you,” and returns her standing, twirling her out, bowing low to Xeric with a flourish. While she is giggling, her cheeks pink for all sorts of reasons as she drops into a curtsey for the Overlord.

Still blushing from the kiss and the applause, he retrieves his dagger from the dirt and returns it to its sheath, then kneels before Taneth again to receive his rapier. More giggling and all smiles as Taneth holds out the rapier to Tormay.

Warm smile from Xeric, the mask is cracked even more! “Is every Overlord entertained so?”

Bowing his head to Taneth before rising and sheathing his rapier, “You would be the first I have done anything for, Overlord Xeric,” offering a hand to Taneth so he can guide her form the ring properly.

Quirking a brow, Xeric responds, “I am? Well, thank you Tormay. Thank you Taneth. I am honored.”

“May you have a long and successful rule, Overlord,” Tormay grins, being completely sincere.

Stepping from the ring with Tormay's escort, Taneth then smiles shyly at Xeric, “You are welcome.”
After a deep chuckle from the overlord, “I'm glad someone wishes me well.”

“I haven't forgotten how you helped at the island,” Nodding as he remembered the incident with Sergei, and how Xeric had helped Lucien and Topaz to destroy the evil creature.

Taneth tries to slide her arm about Tormay and lean into him as she listens to him and Xeric, which isn’t too hard as Tormay wraps one arm around her as well.

“It was nothing,” with a dismissive wave and a slight grin, “I've always liked a good fight.”

“Even so, I am in debt to you. I really do hope you do well as the Overlord.”

Xeric pushes himself up and offers a slight bow to the both of them, “It warms my heart to hear that. Once again, thank you for the entertainment.”

Taneth manages a smile for Xeric as Tormay returns with a slight bow, not moving to much so Taneth doesn’t fall over or anything, “Thank you for enjoying it.”

Making his way around the table and to the stairs, “Well, I will leave you two to it. Good night.” With that, the Overlord was out for the night.

[Tormay Eludes]

Tormay turns to smooch Taneth, “Thank you for helping, you were amazing as always.”

Giggling softly, she responds, “You guided me well.”

Blinking, Taneth tilts her head up to look at Tormay with a questioning look, “Leave us to what?”

“I have no idea,” with a shrug and a giggle.

“Hmm… you know, I never told you how I could keep you awake in a nice way when you where falling asleep last night,” mischievous grin starting to appear on his face. The night previous during the duel, she had been falling asleep and he had threatened tickling as a way to keep her up. While he had suggested there was a nicer way, he let it hang there and used that to keep her awake. Now though… this was a different story.

Taneth giggles as he giggles then she shakes her head, “No, you did not. Will you tell me now?” Leaning away to look at him.

“Are you sure you would like to know?” a teasing note in his voice::

Nodding seriously, “Yes, I would.”
“Well, it is kinda late, and I do have to go get some sleep, do you think I should wait to tell you another time?” continuing to tease her a little, enjoying his trouble making for the moment.

“Oh! More waiting!” disappointed so she frowns some.

“Well, I guess I dragged this out long enough,” Tormay steps forward and hugs Taneth before kissing her.

Her eyelashes fluttering as she's taken surprised by the kiss::

Tormay pulls back blushing slightly and giggling, “I think that would help keep you awake if need be. Much nicer than tickling too…”

Taneth giggles and flushes pink, “Maybe so.”

Giving her another big hug, “Ok, I do need to go now. It is late and I have much to do in the morning.”

“I will walk with you as I am going too,” she tugs then, and hurries off to the door.

Tormay follows along and giggles, being guided around himself now.

[Tormay Eludes]

Tormay sighs as he leaves the Baronial Manor of Dragon's Gate before the match with Drey. Knowing it could well be the last time he will see the inside of the manor, not to mention the training hall and the recently opened museum.

He had considered closing the museum, or even mocing it out of the Manor, but it was done as the Baron, it would only be right for it to be left for the next Baron, even if it would be Drey.

He shakes his head sadly at the thoughts of how Drey would twist the museum if he felt the need to do so. Tormay grins to himself, 'I'll be back eventually and fix it all anyway.'