[center][color=BA55D3][h3]Draco Kalsea || Walking towards the docks[/h3][/color][/center]
Draco's eyes were fixated on the two conjured birds, they flew playfully with one another, probably looking for the other members. Draco stood out of sight of the others, standing far away yet still able to see them all. He drew his [url=http://www.cartertown.com/images/Knives/Hibben/Fantasy/GH_Fantasy_Stock/tshark.jpg]blade[/url] from his hip and raised it above his head, the arcane lights reflected beautifully across his blade, he slowly lowered it, pushing the dagger through his vision of the group, a sick smile grew across his face. Once his face returned to normal and his blade back to its holder, Draco closed his eyes and his breathing became slower but more steady. His mind flew away from his body, across the body of water and onto the dock, looking through the eyes of the female wood-elf, but he quickly returned to his body with a gasp of breath, "[color=BA55D3]So they don't seem to know why the groups been summoned...[/color]" 

Draco's feet were soft along the wood, his hands in his pockets and his [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/72/29/53/72295365da19c44f6cd5352908e44950.jpg]cloak[/url] covered his face as he walked down the boardwalk, the voices of the conversation ahead reaching his ears. He stopped again, he looked up once again, the lights still an amazing sight to him, the birds still continued to play. Draco finally came beside the dark elf, he gave a slight cough to allow the group know he was here. He looked at everyone carefully, he had learnt many names and faces from joining The Overseers. He thought to himself, [color=8882be][i]Rakuyo Hessarian, scholar. Aslatiel, watcher. Aenwyn Loradi, scholar. Karl Shadowthorn. Such a diverse group of people for this mission.[/i][/color] He stood silent as to not interrupt the group talking.

[center][color=FF00FF][h3]Xamar || Heading towards the docks[/h3][/color][/center]
Xamar was slow to the docks, slowly walking through Feldorne Isle he came across an old fighting dummy. He stopped and looked at the damages the dummy had received, his hand softly and slowly going over the ridges of swords leaving wounds, "[color=FF00FF]If only the real enemies were as easy as you my friend.[/color]" He stood up and again slowly headed towards the docks, his mind unclear of his summon to the mission, but knew better then to say no. The dock became clear to his eyes now, with the group standing at the end, the birds in the air. Xamar smiled at the sight of the birds, he knew they would eventually disappear into nothing but for this single moment, both birds were eternally happy. Xamar's feet finally hit the docks as he made his way to the others, a person in front of him was also just arriving, but he decided to not go all the way to the end to the group. He stopped halfway, turned out to the water and watched the birds, happy and content, Xamar watched and waited for their leader.