[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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Galahad glanced and blinked as the Valheim rank- a small bar of gold plated brass clattered on the floor. They were already here. They'd probably been here the whole time, even when the Kirins had first entered Drana. They were no doubt aware of our posters being spread throughout the city and took this as their chance to strike. Did Isolde have a part in this? Or any of the other Grovemasters for that matter? It probably mattered little in the end- it seemed that violence and turmoil would be gracing Brightlam one way or another.

[color=lightblue]"Well, that escalated quickly."[/color] Galahad noted humorlessly as Izayoi went for her gear. He turned and grabbed his pack as well, tossing Eliane hers. No more time for subtlety, it seemed. Esben would probably despair. Galahad's dragonhide was pulled over his clothes, metal clanking and glittering as he grabbed the blued steel of his armor and began to attach his plates to his body.

[color=lightblue]"We need a way of alerting the others- or pull them out of whatever trouble they may have found themselves in."[/color] Galahad cursed, [color=lightblue]"But I imagine the sounds of fighting might eventually draw their attention anyway."[/color]

Galahad glanced over at Rudolf, listening to his thoughts, but offering a wry frown as he shook his head. 

[color=lightblue]"I understand the intention- but I'm not sure I agree. We ought split up. If the Grovemasters are in peril, it falls on us to rescue them- or if they're involved, to stop their plans. Furthermore, our party is already split- Esben, Chisato and Miina, they're all on their own right now- they might need the support."[/color] Galahad grunted as he hefted his halberd, spinning it in his hand. [color=lightblue]"Chisato,"[/color] Galahad said as he glanced over at Izayoi, [color=lightblue]"She was tasked with Isolde- I imagine you'll go after her, right? I'll go with you."[/color]