[color=7ea7d8]"And here I was thinking things were going to be ordinary around here...it figures the last men standing for a group of Roman styled warriors would be a flower gardener, a paladin, and a monk..."[/color] grumbled Grey with a hint of irony as he stood up, and walked towards the door down the hallway. As he stood in the hall he looked over the druid in front of him, and he wondered if there were more left of the guild. Was it only them? Was it that these people in front of them existed all over the world? It was a certain possibility. [color=7ea7d8]"It would seem that we have found ourselves another strong ally. I assume the reason that you're here is to re-join with us here in the citadel? Before you ask no I don't know what is going on. Only thing that I understand is somehow the servants have succeeded in booting me up the corporate latter, and into that pale throne up there."[/color] commented Grey preemptively striking down any comments about what was going on. [color=7ea7d8]"I don't suppose you know anything do you Basilio?"[/color] questioned Grey politely.