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Kaathe sighed. He had finally silenced the voice that bothered him. It was annoying. Suggesting that he should consider using a method of fighting that seemed completely stupid to him...what idiocy. Though it did have a point that his own contribution to battles has begun to deteriorate in effectiveness, as well as usefulness. Even if it was a dream, it was still quite the possibility for any one of those cultists to have such magic at their disposal. He'd need to start thinking about ways to overcome such obstacles. So far, there were only two options available that may work.

Suddenly, he hears his name being called out. By the sound of it, it was that Karl fellow. It seems he was gathering Knights to do something. Then the man mentioned the Kest.

"[color=2e3192]Kest? Those overgrown pests? They'd have have one large nest to present any real threat. Though, I guess this came from the dear captain, herself, if you're searching for me. In which case...[/color]"

Kaathe jumped up into the sky, and landed lightly on his feet behind Karl

"[color=2e3192]Fine. I need to vent some frustration anyway.[/color]"