Somewhere in the near distance a large heavy wyvern crashed hastily to the ground. It easily went unnoticed amongst all the commotion and unconscious people. A small moment later and suddenly a large heavy hand landed upon Rendyls shoulder. 

[b]Tholn[/b][hr]

Tholn was a large man, a demi-giant at that with the muscles to match his awe inspiring stature. His equally fitting and intimidating hard stone facial features were silhouetted by long lengths of jet black wavy hair that reached down over his wide shoulders. On his chin sat an equally dark well kept pointy short sharp beard with an accompanying moustache, both trimmed with pristine lining and gleaming with the wetness of excess oils. 

Of the few places between fine blue silks and shining polished armour where flesh was fashionably and deliberately exposed, his naturally dark olive skin was noticeable patterned by a plethora of fine white lines. Littered about his body haphazard and chaotically, some older than others, and of varying sizes, length, shape, direction and depth, still compared to his skin tone they all practically glowed in contrast.

Rendyl would quickly recognise the wyvern guard. Even though having observed her with an intimate closeness and consistency, the giant of a man had spoke very little to Rendyl, and when he did, did so with a hesitation and shyness unexpected of his appearance. This time however there was none of that. A deep throaty and demanding voice boomed with urgency from the worried man.

“WHERE IS LORD DRAKUS!?”

His eyes held obvious with the concern and fear he felt as his head swung around wildly, madly surveying the carnage that was once the great tower. Even with Eliona cradled limp and lifeless in his arms, her clothes torn ragged and stained with blood, he stalked through the unsettled dust and kicked aside large rocks and heaved up long wooden beams where ever he imagined signs of life. 

“Where” The sentence started and ended on the same choked breath, the man clearly distressed. 

The man would spend the better part of the next week stifling through the ruins for hours on end with the aid of servants. Removing body after body. Sometimes whole, other times in pieces. Still, he carried on with a fierce determination and denounced every unidentifiable corpse that could have been Drakus, even the one bound in his clothing.

From the ruins he found a few of their possessions and the body of a servant, all which he sent back to Solaris.