Azurael took the proffered plate and returned it to the kitchen. Once having done so she complied with T'vor's instruction to get some sleep, this wasn't just because she was a loyal soldier, it was because she was also quite tired.

Damien retired straight to bed much more tired than Azurael, the workout on his unfitter body having tired him out much more.
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Sasha just nodded in response to T'vor. Her plan was ...different. It would take forever to have everything fall into place. Well, not forever, but long enough. She took both the plates away from the tent and back to the mess tent. She caught some titters and whispers that disappeared once she looked in their direction. She could not blame them, but damned be this infernal situation, she thought to herself.

The slight irritation of Order had done little to impede her recovery from the blood magic wrought not to far after landing. She still didn't want to try shapeshifting yet, and she had all the appearance and magical ability of a mundane, such as the magic had so drained her.

Sasha went to her own tent and slept fitfully.
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The four dragons watched on silence as the two men fought. They discussed much between themselves - the technique of the two men, the nature of angels and demons, even their own nature. They were still yet barely scratching the surface of the immense wisdom that dragons were famous for. Much of the their wisdom would come with age.

All except Vulanvolyed fell asleep again. They were young and needed to sleep much more than older dragons. Vulan kept watch over his and watched the two demons fighting from time to time. When he got both of both of these tasks he would pull a word from his innate knowledge of dovah'zul.

He settled on practising one that seemed to transform him into twists of shadow. ”Vokunbuldiliis."
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Anuriel finished late in the kitchens and walked tiredly to her tent that she shared with others of the kitchen staff. She swore she could have heard the sound of metal on metal but fell asleep before she could contemplate further.
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