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[/center][hr][center][b][color=4169E1]Location:[/color][/b] The Crypt - The Palace
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	Lyra's brows furrowed slightly as she pondered Emperor Taj's question for a moment. She thought back on that memory, that moment in time. So many years had gone by since then that it was but a faint memory. In fact, she couldn't even picture in her mind with any hint of clarity what the individual had even looked like. The dark aura that the individual had given off, what Emperor Taj had described as being the remnants of the Тиме Стоне, however was another matter. She couldn't so easily forget the uniquely uncomfortable sensation that it elicited it.

	She shook her head with a frown. [color=4169E1]"I do not recall ever encountering that individual again in all the years since then. I truly wish I had more information to give you, but it happened so long ago that the details are blurry to me now,"[/color] she replied apologetically as her hand absentmindedly stroked the smooth surface of the dragon egg once more. She glanced back over at Myrus and Asha, seemingly checking up on them, before relucantly returning her attention to Emperor Taj.
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[/center][hr][center][b][color=808080]Location:[/color][/b] Port Witch Coven House
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	Malekith strode over, a picture of sophistication he might add, to the small assembling party of witches and misfits. [color=808080]"Ladies,"[/color] he greeted as he gave them a slight courteous bow. He nodded his head in greeting to each woman in turn, before his gaze purposefully lingered on Fleur. His dark blue and black flecked gaze unabashedly took in her every inch and curve. She looked as beautiful as ever in her gown. It was a shame really that this was more or less just a business trip. Oh, what [I]fun[/I] they could have together. The corner of his lips pulled up into a devilish smirk at the thought. He subsequently had to pry his mind out of the gutter, no matter how much it pained him to do so, as they began discussing their plans for the night. It struck him once more as rather irksome that they were making plans at the very last minute. It starkly contrasted his rather meticulous nature after all. Well, he supposed that he would just have to pick up the loose ends and get the women back on track. 

	He crossed his arms over his chest as he listened closely and went over the details in his mind with a fine tooth comb. He nodded his head in seeming agreement. However, he felt that it was still too broad of a plan. Winging it just wasn't going to cut it if they wanted things to go without a hitch. They needed to get the fine details sorted out now rather than later. He wasn't about to risk [I]his[/I] life because they wanted to go in all half-cocked. [color=808080]"How do we plan on introducing ourselves? We can't very well go in with our actual names lest we blow our cover,"[/color] he inquired, purposefully making it sound more like a suggestion rather than a demand. [color=808080]"And as far as a signal goes, perhaps we should establish something beforehand. Maybe we could use a [b]Call[/b] spell, or [b]Send[/b]."[/color]