[color=darkorange][center][h1]Mason Drake[/h1][/center][/color]
[hr][@Rai][@Jollan][@Verticus][@Brithwyr][@RumikoOhara]

As Dremmick leveled his glare at Lucius, would slowly seep from the air about the grand spectacle, the rapid growth of the plants slightly slowing as the source drew closer. Seemingly unnoticed, the soft chinking of light armor slowly approached the necromancer’s back.  Without a sound, a gentle grip asserted itself on Dremmick’s shoulder.   [color=darkorange]”As you can see Ser Lucius….”[/color] a beaming, benevolent, and seemingly oblivious smile began, [color=darkorange]”Lady Ami seeks to resume her quest to heal the land; land that desperately needs the divine light of Vrondi.  Around us is land ravaged by war, torn by strife, and laid barren by Nuxta….. The good people of Gaia need a strong symbol of hope.  Though I cannot speak for the lady, I do believe it would be in your best interest to aid in our mission, or be on your way, as she clearly intends to see this through.”[/color]

Next to Dremmick stood a very familiar Seraphim, clad in Aion armor.  Though the individual appeared similar to Mason, they looked far healthier and stronger than the young knight ever had, even after being healed by the all-seer. The boy continued with his smile unfaltering, [color=darkorange]”However...... If you refuse to settle this matter peacefully, I would ask that you have the decency to handle your matters [b][u]outside[/u][/b] the village.”[/color]