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"This is all wrong" Mish-rak commented. "What did your buddies have to say for themselves?".

"They are not my buddies" grumbled Tijir.

He did not like this place, the maze of Dragon caves outside Lanrell.

The two had traveled hard and fast for the past two days. Niether one was in a very good mood. Mish-rak looked over at his trusted steed, obviously aggitated by the mess on the ground. "They fed upon the stallion, but saw no rider." Tijir continued. He looked over at his companions mount, roasted stallions were a treat indeed. He was suddenly aware of his own hunger.

Mish-Rak studied the area for several more minutes. It was all wrong. He started to laugh. Tijir turned to him almost annoyed, but knew they could not continue till her tracks were found and verified. "It's not her, not at all. I should have known that two days ago." Mish-rak smirked shaking his head.

Tijir suddenly growled in comprehension. "The Ancient One!, they said he has returned.... ". Without another exchange of words the two quickly started traveling north.

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