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[center][sup]... the castle.[/sup][/center]

De'yaego came running up to the castle at a jog, wholly heaving breath after breath, because he was definitely out of it. Why was he running again? A very distinct clicking and hissing noise picked up from behind him as his pace slowed. Ah, right, that's why he was running. Deeply, a sigh left him, as he glanced over his shoulder at the quickly approaching sentient-mass-of-magma-- or was it Lava now-- that was trying to keep up with him. Rolling his eyes, De'yaego had half a mind to kick the thing into the nearest sewage grate, but that hadn't worked out the last time-- or the several times before that either. No matter what he did, his eidolon always managed to find its way back to him, but he wasn't quite to the point of giving up his attempts at getting rid of it. 

Setting his jaw, De'yaego marched toward the portcullis, as the guards called to answer it, fully absorbed in his own thoughts. When he approached it, a guard moved to block his path, which caused his steps to slow but not halt. See, he half-expected to be met with a bit of skepticism and perhaps suspicion, as his Ma'd told him about castle-folk and their peculiars, so he wasn't surprised when the Guard gave him a once, twice, thrice-over, and a glare. 

[color=#AC8E00]"Here for answerin' call t'Champions,"[/color] De'yaego told the guard gruffly, still walking toward him at a slow pace, [color=#AC8E00]"And I thank ya for side-step."[/color] Baring his teeth, De'yaego met the Guard's confused stare, with a rather aggressive one, as his Eidolon clicked and clacked behind him-- adding their own demands to the statement.