[color=8493ca][i]Mot finished his discussion with the local town leader, or least he said it was a town, thought Mot thought it rather on the small side for a town. He had enough problems without arguing with the village leader over the how many people constituted a town as opposed to a village. This was apparently the plane of Paki, and not two days before a man who reeked of arrogance and evil, had come through seeking to buy slaves of "unique" qualities. The village leader had been honest, since he had nothing to hide, and said that nothing of the sort had come his way in many years. Mot told the man to contact this... Buyer, and let him know that such individuals had arrived. Mot wanted to know who hunting them, and why, though he had an inkling given recent events. 

Dernga, the town leader, reluctantly agreed to do so and Mot decided to walk around the town, to get a feel for the ground that was about to become his battle field. He knew the people living here would probably die in the ensuing battle, but that didn't bother him in the least. He had lost his home, and much of his mana pool with it, the loss of a single town was nothing in comparison. Besides there would at least be ruins to tell others that there had been a town here, his plane, Chandra, had nothing but a void to mark where it had been. As he walked he noticed a familiar silhouette walking down the street towards him. Mot stopped and smiled, though his mask hid his expression, and called out to the familiar figure. His tone was lightly mocking, so his wouldn't generate to much offense.[/i][/color]

[color=00aeef]Hello stranger, I take it your masters were sufficiently pleased with your service?[/color]