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He was some distance from the site that would play host to the threesome as they waited for Tradieus to decide when they would move again. It seemed they had done nothing but camp in the wilderness for so long without seeing the inside of a city or even a village or hamlet. The Dracon Lord would steer them away from places that seemed to populated that would destroy his sense of wanderlust. It had been the same for longer then Tradieus could remember as he traveled in a state of perpetual darkness.
Stopping to look back at the two faithful friends as they pitched the tents they had and placed a ring of rocks that would house the flames. He sighed and turned his eyes back to the horizon and sighed again. They had followed him all this time without even so much as a word of opposition and he almost pitied them because of it. Maybe if they would have said something they would not have had to sleep on the cold hard ground all this time. No. They were ever loyal and even though Tradieus could see the pain in their eyes he did nothing to ease it from their weary shoulders and tired feet.
The call of a sea bird as it passed overhead calling out to its mate that flew in wide circles calling back. Flapping his own leathery wings he wished he could take to the air with such grace as those that he watched now. It would make things easier for him, being able to pick up and leave whenever he wanted never staying in one place for too long. Then Rumen and Morton wouldn't have to follow him, sigh, but he was sure they would track him wherever he went.
"Fools." His gravely voice was soft despite the harsh words he used. Why did things have to be so hard for those faithful that did everything in their power to try to help the world around them? It was what Tradieus had done his entire life since being expelled from the Hidden City of his people. First to Diana where he held the position as Lord Thane, then to the legions where he fought the Orcs of Ire and then to the subjugated realm of the Jadaxian People. Nothing was ever easy for the faithful and it always seemed as such for those that placed nothing in the the Gods and Goddess of the higher planes.
"Curse this mortal flesh that binds me here." He racked his sharp talons across his cheast leaving small rivets of blood in the wake. Falling to the grass on his knees he looked into the clear blue sky, his arms spread to embrace the powers above and he uttered words of prayer to the All Mother, Diana.
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