[b]"I concur."[/b] Xanxus sarcastically agreed with Darrian; it was true that he rarely ever saw his friend anywhere but the Ylissean palace. He'd been surprised to see him when he had suddenly arrived at their temporary camp the night before, and the fact that Darrian [i]still[/i] stuck around was even more appalling. He looked at the tattered sleeve of his shirt, remembering the grin that belonged to the person who had crossed swords with him, and lived. His true power remained dormant, though, and the last time one had seen it was the King of Chon'sin, whose title and life he had claimed years ago. It was a remarkable feat how men could live such uniform, meaningless lives.

[b]"What else would be done? We pursue them, obviously."[/b] Xanxus said in a mocking tone. [b]"Strategy is pointless; complicated and wasteful thinking over something doable in a linear fashion. Only scum 'plan' instead of taking action."[/b]