[h2][center][color=0054a6]Kaathe "Crestfallen" Oolacile[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center]Dustorne[/center][/h3]

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Karl, Glodin, and Kaathe were in the tavern, where they sat and drunk and conversed. Karl spoke to both the dark elf and the dwarf about his excitement for the upcoming mission. Kaathe knew of Karl's hatred of evil and the like. It wasn't as if the guy had kept it a secret, after all. Truth be told, though, Kaathe had a feeling that many who had fought in the war held similar feelings. After all, the 'Dead God' had brought about so much death, destruction, and misery that it was understandable that many would harbor hatred for even the most docile of werewolf pups. Vampires would probably be killed no matter who it was,or what they had to say.

Kaathe had waited for his rum for quite some time. Glodin and Karl got their immediately, but it seemed that the people treated him just like he thought they would. No kindness, nor respect. It was to be expected, what with the current situation. Still, it was no problem for him. That is, until it finally arrived. When Kaathe's drink finally reached him, he knew something was wrong. It smelled horrible, and familiar. It was the smell that one would normally find off the beggars that sat around in large cities, hoping that someone would be kind enough to spare them some loose change or a crumb of bread. It was the smell of piss and spit. He knew that they weren't trying to be funny. The faces they gave when they looked at him told him that much. To drink it would bring them satisfaction, and to spill it would give them reason enough to kick him out. Either way, Kaathe sighed. It seemed that he wasn't as thirsty as he thought.

Disgusted with what they had attempted to serve him, Kaathe simply spent the rest of the time watching as his two comrades laughed and conversed...Comrades. That was something he never thought he'd call them again. Former Knights of the Dawn Covenant, together again, and waiting to fight horrible creatures once more...

Kaathe chuckled at the thought, looked down, and closed his eyes...He imagined how the others, both alive and dead, would be if they were there with them. Most would be laughing and listening, maybe even telling some of their own stories, intentions, and jokes. Some would be waiting to bring the piss-drunk fools back to the Inn to rest up for the next day's mission. Others would be probably out preparing themselves. He could think of some of them at the moment. Tabetha would probably be one of the least drunk of the group, commenting, and telling her own stories, and whatnot. She was a captain in and of herself, after all. Landeel would probably be sitting, calmly listening to every word, and gently drinking as the others went on. He's probably with his sister, protecting the masses, etc. etc. 

Ruinil would have been sitting near her lover, or otherwise away from the rest of the group. She had disappeared. Madelyn would probably be in a drinking contest. Another missing person. Halen Vayne would be drinking off in the corner until someone came over there and brought him to the rest. Nowhere to be found. Camilla Thorton would be scolding those who had already drunk too much. Hasn't been seen since the end of the war. Aundair. Unknown. Taegan. Unknown. Abigail. Unknown. Jeremiah, Donovan, Lucien, Lloyde. All missing. Henry...Missing. 

Cythlla Lorry...

"[color=0054a6]...Missing...[/color]"

Gone without trace, and a clue to her whereabouts yet to be found. Kaathe didn't chuckle. He didn't make a sound. He as deathly quiet.