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OOC: Hope I can still jump into this thread, sorry for being so late.
IC:
The rumor mill was fast in Tyrsvale indeed, you would have to be living under a rock in order not to learn about an event as strange and mysterious as this one in the first few candlemarks after its discovery. Of course, should you lack a rock, a cell at the now semi-deserted draconic academy of the Wings of Zalteria would probably be your second best option.
Most dracons in there where almost completely uninterested about what went on out in the outside world, and only diantars cared about the weather, as it represented an impediment for their flight lessons and practice. The few dracons that where important enough to be concerned about the rare phenomenon could hardly be bothered to talk of such things with lowly students. Thus was the way of the scalekin.
It was because of all this, that Darkthael didn't knew about the strange lights or the congregation of people at the docks until about nine to ten candlemarks latter than most of the town. And even that was only because he had ventured outside in the human disguise of Danael Morence in search for a better meal than the one normally served at the academy.
He was dressed in his only robes, the black pair of pants and shirt that had already started to wear old and now where being even further damaged by the storm. The terrible winds and cold rain affected the shapeshifted dracon to a far lesser degree than they would have done to a natural softskin. Yet, this time the gale was so strong and the rain so intense that even in his true form, Darkthael would have felt it and shiver, much more so now, without scales to protect him.
It was the second time he was poorly prepared for weather, and this time he made note to buy a more diverse wardrobe soon, it was inevitable, for real use and also for keeping appearances. A human in this tempest, in merely passably warm clothes, would have a very difficult time, and that made acting one all the more difficult.
Searching cover behind building walls and big trees, Darkthael arrived at the same place everyone else had reached long before, more curious in nature that most of his scalebrothers. Danael, which was the currently externalized persona of the strange duo, was even more impressed by the sight of the golden lightworks and also by all the elegant people surrounding the mysterious carriage. He discretely and carefully brought himself as near to it as was possible and reasonable for a commoner.
"Evacuation?" - He thought. This seemed serious. But he wondered if it truly concerned him, given that he lived in a ancient heavy stone castle that he very much doubt even a hurricane could scratch.
The he recognized Straylor when he spoke, and the dark inner-dracon wondered whether his seeming's attitude towards him some cycles ago was not an imprudence "Chief Constable? arcana user in addition to swordsman?" Perhaps it should have been wiser to seek his friendship back then, but now it was not the right time to worry about that. Both minds postponed any possible argument between themselves for a later candlemark, for the moment they listened carefully for any more insights into this strange situation.
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