"I'll admit that I underestimated the defensive abilities of Groudon, and possibly overestimated it's attack power. Either way, I thank you for helping us out, Lady Terrane." John said with another just low enough bow. "As for the rumors, please don't judge me too harshly in saying this, but I much crave it. To be able take my mace and smite those Lugerian dogs would bring me no small amount of pleasure. Speaking of Lugere, I wish to ask of you a question. Do you know of any house that is represented by the legendary pokemon, Darkrai, or possible locations where Darkrai is rumored to lurk. The reason I ask is that I have a *personal* matter with the pokemon, but I have yet to find any concrete information on it, aside that it is most likely to reside in Lugere." 

While John would never admit this, his inability to gather decent information was mostly due to his inability to read much more than the most basic of vernacular. The monks who had raised him hadn't put much faith in the written word, and he had been to focused on learning how to fight until recent years. He had tried to get a teacher out of the nobles, but they had quit trying soon after due to not being able to handle him. Anyway, he figured that the lady of a higher noble house like Terrane would be able to give him better information than the servants and squires back at home.

**Fang, Drakescale Island, equidistant from the coasts of Lugere and Ayero**

Fang was currently patroling the northern cliffside of the island, thinking about the outcome of the last clan meeting. It was official now, they had to find a new home. They had grown to large and the island couldn't sufficiently support the clan for much longer. They had at most another year before people began to have trouble finding food, and a couple months after that for the starving to set in. 

It had been decided that she would take a group to one of the two lands, Lugere and Ayero, for a place for them to live. What ever place she chooses, a different group would head to the othe land, led by the hunting leader, Shane. She was leaving the clan in the hands of the spritual leader, Shaman Maelida. 

She was going in a grouo of three, te other group will be one of four. It was taking away a lot of the clan's best warriors, but she didn't fear much, as this settlement was unknown to humans, as only flying, rock, and ground type pokemon could live here, as it was more likea plateau in the midfle of the sea than an island. All the edges were sheer cliffs with a very long drop to the bottom. Their were ways to get on the island without flying, but they were hidden by nature and guarded very well. Still, she worried about leaving the clan, but she knew it could survive without her for a few months. 

Fang turned her eyes to the horizon, wondering where to go. Ayero had nice weather, but it didn't have much in the way of mountains that her people preferred. Lugere eas cold, which they could deal with, but it had a harsher view against Morphs than Ayero. Plus, she would rather not risk falling into the hands of House Umbraisis again. She shivered in the memory of her years of imorisonment and slavery. Looks like Ayero was the winner, she'd head back and inform the others. If they hurried with their flight, they could be in Ayero within the next hour. After that, it was just a matter of not getting caught.