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They ran wildly and freely through the brisk cool air of the falling night. 
After darkness began to set Azerus held out his hand in front of them and a swirling ball of white flame appeared in his palm giving them a guiding light and a small wisp of warmth.

They made it to the small fishing town a few hours before midnight. The horses energy was surprisingly faultless, it appeared it could carry on even further. Azerus on the other hand was suspiciously showing signs of fatigue. 

He dismounted and offered a helping hand. His gentlemanly nature showing once again. The town had a simple yet quaint humble beauty.
The moon glistened against the nearby gently crashing waves serenading the cobble streets with its song.

It was quiet and dark, Azerus didn't see or hear the commotion of a fierce monster battle that he had been hoping for. [i]"Ok, you are up. Find me my monster."[/i] His disappointment quickly growing into an eager excitement.