Torn Away

Drashiel was on border patrol, giving himself into the crisp morning air. The meeting had gone fairly well and he was glad to finally settle into an official and clear role within Glaciem. Hopefully everything would grow more stable now and Glaciem could once again start its rise to power. As he slipped through the pines near the border of the devil's spout he caught the scent of his friend Sal'krie. Tail started to wag and a grin split his maw. So that's where she'd been! He'd been worried when the snowy fae hadn't showed up at the meeting. A frown suddenly marked his maw as he wondered if something had happened.

Slipping into the rogue territory he made a beeline straight for his friend. "Sal'krie! Where have you been? Did something happen."

"Speech"
'thoughts'