Vuthaternock whispers to himself in draconic, reciting a curse cast on him long ago. [i][color=ed1c24]"Marfedelom vur ruin nishka qe dout wiot, dronilnr dout hearts vur sprits ousch. Ergriff ini wer morne di ibafarshan, shilta dout sepa qe douta tenamalo."[/color][/i] His eyes flash red for a second, and he shudders, then composes himself. He rests his hand on a hilt hidden by his wings, watching everything with red, slitted eyes. [i]These warriors are dangerous. Best to watch my step. Until the time is right.[/i] He licks his lips, and waits for the mysterious 'Lady'.