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As nightfall fell upon the newly capture city, Duran could not feel anything more than worry. The town was conquered, but on shaky terms to say the least. He thought it was strange that there was little to no resistance from the guards or the townsfolk despite their fealty to the dragons. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Duran was familiar with storms, and the calm that often came before them. His tenseness was not without its suspicions, but he tried to convince himself that he was overreacting. Everything about the conquering of the city seemed textbook, but could it really have been so easy? They had utterly crushed all resistance, from the guards to the hatchlings that had been called to the cities' defense. As far as Duran was aware, there were no casualties on their side besides the Darkguards, and a construct was far easier to replace than a soldier, at least as far as a life was concerned. There was something that seriously worried Duran, however.

Goma still had not returned.

He had called for her several hours ago while the sun was still up. Now, as the darkness fell upon the legion's latest conquest, Duran was terribly worried. He tried to retrace her every step, recalling that they had split up when Duran had gotten up the wall. She ran in another direction as she was incapable of jumping the wall, but that was the last he had seen of her. Duran thought it was another of her games, but hours later, it seemed less and less likely. It was fairly difficult to convince on-duty soldiers to help find the wolf, and there was little surprise that they held her life at a lesser degree than Duran did.

He decided to give up the search for the night; It wasn't the best idea to wander around a city where one was not welcome, especially in the dark. He had faith that she would turn up okay, though. After all, she was a wild animal. She could easily take care of herself if the need arose. He tried to put it in the back of his mind as he entered the Tavern where it seems many legionnaires and most of the Vanguard had gathered. They was revelry, drinking, dancing, and any number of unseen acts of debauchery going on behind closed doors. Duran did not necessarily have the cleanest of virtues, but even he found that the party was slowly closing the gap to orgy.

It had been quite a long time since he had been with another person, but he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't thinking about it.

He felt so out of place in the tavern. He was a druid, and anybody would be hard-pressed to find a tavern in the middle of the forest. He hadn't yet sat down, but seriously considered spending the night outside just as the rain started.

"Even I am starting to get sick of the rain." Duran muttered under his breath.

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Sarish had not wasted any time making his way to the epicenter of festivities when the legionnaires began their celebration. There was hardly an occasion that didn't deserve a raunchy party, after all. Beer and liquor seemed to flow like rivers, and the females weren't too far from doing the seem. Any number of sultry, tempestuous ladies were busy downing drinks and making his job of seducing them much, much easier. He had managed to avoid Iriana thus far, but he had a feeling that more than one thing would end up biting him in the ass, so to speak.

Iriana didn't seem like the kind of female that would become possessive over one encounter, although it had become a habit to avoid women that he had given such a gift and then taken away. Sarish didn't like being pinned down by one woman as it was. His preference was to take the love he would have normally given to one woman over a lifetime, and spread it out over as many females as physically possible. It wasn't as though this went over well with said females, however. He had been called many nasty insult, though he rather liked the label, "Man-slut."

And so, Sarish scouted out the bar, weaving his honeyed words. It wasn't long before an entire table of women had fallen to his charm and promises of booze. He kept them on a loose leash, however; The night was still young, and Sarish had plenty of time to find the quality he expected, or at least the quantity to make up for it.