[h2][center][i][color=a187be]~Sarai~[/color][/i][/center][/h2] [sub][center][b]Location:[/b] [i]Actium[/i][/center][/sub]

	Sarai listened to each of their own explanations. Luca's cause, she could easily understand. A steeped as the culture of their following was in death, it was only natural that tell of a powerful wraith gathering strength in the base of operations of who was easily the most infamous necromancer in history would spur them into action. Still, what truly made her wonder was Pyria. There was just something off about the small, seemingly frail girl that she couldn't put her finger on. That she said she was 'entrusted as a familiar' to an elite mage made Sarai all the more suspicious of her true nature; it could simply be the overactive imaginings of a child, but for Sarai felt that was not the case this time. All the same, she didn't think that they were bad company. Besides, Luca exuded an aura that linked him intricately with death - something that made Sarai itch with curiosity. 

	[color=a187be]"I see. I left for much the same reason. That so many people were dying and there was nothing I could do . . . it felt like such a waste to simply remain at the monastery, not when I could be out there."[/color] The truth, though distorted, was still truth, thought Sarai. It was indeed a waste for her to just [i]stay[/i] at the monastery, wilting away, and all because of narrow-minded fools who feared her understanding of something taboo. [color=a187be]"So here I am. I planned to head straight for Camp Magnus today, but you're right about the storm. I hope you won't mind me accompanying you, at least until the Camp?"[/color] While waiting for an answer, she heard Pyria's words and sighed. Perhaps she ought to clear this up. It would be tiresome for her to have to deal with the little girls ire the entire step of the way, if she was to join them.

	Clearing her throat in an effort to drown out more of Pyria's comments on her bust - as well as to ignore the fact that she did what she had just did -  Sarai, stared up at Pyria with a friendly smile. 

	[color=a187be]"Well Pyria, I see that you're quite taken with Luca. If that's the case, then I'll gladly step away from the him,"[/color] she said placatingly. Sarai turned to Luca, and for a moment, a playful, mischievous light shone in her eyes, before disappearing.

	[color=a187be]"Though I must say I'm intrigued by your choice of romantic partners, Luca, and all the more so by your master-servant play." [/color][hr]
[center][h2][i][color=black]| Thorn |[/color][/i][/h2][/center] [sub][center][b]Location:[/b] [i]Iron Forest[/i][/center][/sub]

	Thorn remained silent as this 'Ramius' spoke. He did not recognize him, but he was sure Thomas had fought alongside him at least once - they would have had to, so long as they both served under Emperor Axis III. While he did not say specifically when he fell, Thorn could guess easily the battle that led to his undeath. It wouldn't be very strange, if that was the case. Many of them fell and came back during the disaster that was the Emperors Folly. 

	Much to his surprise and delight, their meeting had not devolved into an effort to end each others misery, and they were even having a coherent conversation. As Thorn listened to him, memories from the past threatened to resurface and take over again. Thorn grit his teeth and forced them back down; he did not want to start a fight with Ramius, as he was sure Thomas would, should that man come to the surface of his consciousness. It was the mention of the word 'Hero of Morven' that triggered the sudden fit. Thorn knew of him, of course. He would have to be a fool not to, but more than that, he wondered why Ramius was in search of him. The more Ramius spoke, the more Thorn became certain that he was a man that would seek glory no matter the cost. It did not matter whether he was living or undead, it seemed that the core of a man shone through no matter the circumstance - so what did that say of the other Revenants that they walked among?

	Thorn heard him mention a proposition of sorts, and much as Ramius suspected, was about to turn him down immediately. It was not in his nature to ever work alongside undead - even if he was one himself. But what he was proposing . . . it was not something that Thorn opposed. Yes, he would choose his methods and his targets carefully, but in the end, seeking a glorified ending was something he could scarce imagine rebuking Ramius for, even if he [i]did[/i] choose to target the living. And ever since talking to Ramius, and idea had begun to form in Thorn's mind. An idea that was so outlandish and ludicrous, Thorn wondered why he had even considered it.

	Yet, for the first time in his undeath, he felt a shiver of excitement down his spine. There was merit to his idea, and Ramius aid could prove invaluable to making it a reality.

	[color=black]"I see," [/color]he muttered, both to himself, and for Ramius to hear. [color=black]"Yes, yes, I think that could work, Sir Ramius."[/color] For the first time since they had spoken, Thorn's voice had something of emotion in them, and the lights of his eyes behind the helmet he wore grew animated. [color=black]"Very well. If you can tell me who this second one is, then I will consider offering my assistance. I will not ask you for anything in return yet, but better I know the details of what who you seek."[/color]