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[hr][color=00AEEF][center]N E A R  W H I S T L E  H I L L
P R O V I N C E  O F  K A E L I S[/center][/color][hr]
The night sky was beautiful and clear, almost clear enough to remind Adiran of the stars above the mountains in Nihn. An open night sky in the north with the chilled winds and silence, there was nothing quite like it; his spiked, silver scales were built to blend in to the fringes of the mountain tops. The travel around the various different places in the world had been exciting, but nothing beat a familiar place. The main part of the reason he flew above the towering trees of the Province of Kaelis was for the purpose of heading to Whistle Hill. The small city had been home to him for the time he spent in Kaelis during his travels and he was fond of the people and town itself. It helped that he didn't have to worry about his true form most of the time while he was there. 

It had been some time since he'd visited. There were other places to see, mostly in the southern islands, but it was much too hot for his tastes. He did miss the quaint space, but the main thing he had missed was the towns' celebration of Virtue Day. He and his family hadn't been much for the traditional holidays when he was at home, but the skepticism he felt in regards to a larger celebration was quickly dashed as everyone gathered together to speak about the previous year.

Adiran was snapped out of his thoughts by the light he could see on the horizon. [color=00aeef][b]"That's strange."[/b][/color] He banked a bit lower to the ground, keeping a careful eye on the growing point in the distance. Blue eyes widened in horror as he was finally able to see the plumes of smoke rising off the city and surrounding forest. 

He was far enough away that he could hit the ground in his draconic form and shift quickly into his human guise without fear of being seen by anyone who may be out in the village trying to suppress the fires, or who may be causing them. He pulled both of his swords from their sheaths across his back as he ran towards the entrance; a pair of slightly curved shortswords that can to a wicked point made of a silvery blue tinted metal that matched his scales in his draconic form. He had no idea what to expect and he'd rather be safe than sorry. 

The fires were bright and based on the number of people in the streets it was likely most were trapped in their homes still. He could hear shouts of a familiar accent, humans from his homeland best he could tell from the distance he was at. He pushed into the village with a purpose, there was a tentative possibility that his frost based magics might be able to control the flames enough at certain points for some to escape. However, there would be no hope for the magical creatures here if the humans were still present and the risk of the Masque being broken was too much for Adiran's tastes.

He caught sight of a figure he was fairly certain he recognized as someone who had visited Whistle Hill during his time. The solid build and the unique spear he wielded stood out as familiar, but he could at least pick out an ally when he saw one given where the spear was currently directed. There was no way just the two of them would be able to take out all of the humans here, but he wasn't about to let this stand.

Gripping his swords tighter in his hands, he quickly moved to stand next to the other man. Adiran gave a subtle nod towards him before glaring at the human who had the spear pointed in his direction. He defended this village while he was here and he wasn't about to let it fall to some northern human warriors. Despite his attachment to his old mentor the Masque meant more.