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When asked if there were Dramorans in the area of mount Vulx that he could ask to aid in fighting the fires Drael hesitated before giving the rather unhelpful reply of "yes and no" knowing that this would not suffice he went on to elaborate "there are several Dramoran company's within that area I know about but only one of them is mine to command" although the twenty strong company's help would be appreciated but it seemed pitifully few in light of current events "brother there are always the...um...hunters" Draenor muttered quietly out the side of her mouth "The hunters?...oh...yes...them" Drael replied throwing an anxious look at Srilm before summoning one of the games stewards and asking for parchment and ink.
He had forgotten about the hunters his clan had dispatched to retrieve a magic user foolish enough to practice their art with Clan Naharis territory; the hunters would postpone their task in tracking down the offender in order to help fight the fire, Drael simply hoped that the captain would be wise enough to keep the Kerah in their possession hidden "I can get you thirty warriors, and a further twenty may be gained from Clan Tanaida" he said giving his sister a single silent instruction; the girl offering a small bow before leaving to go in search of the Clan Tanaida delegates.
Once the steward had arrived with parchment and ink Drael wrote a pair of messages in flowing script; the message to the hunters markedly longer and more detailed than the other "for your couriers Mother, I...trust their will be no need to examine the contents of these messages?" he asked casually enough, however the tone of his voice made it clear what he truly meant.
With the crisis dealt with as best as he could for the moment he turned his attention as to its cause "I promise you I do not know...the ground quakes in Dramor but never has it burst into flame...I have heard tales of individuals possessing...abilities...pertaining to fire, is it not possible that one of these could be to blame?"
He had forgotten about the hunters his clan had dispatched to retrieve a magic user foolish enough to practice their art with Clan Naharis territory; the hunters would postpone their task in tracking down the offender in order to help fight the fire, Drael simply hoped that the captain would be wise enough to keep the Kerah in their possession hidden "I can get you thirty warriors, and a further twenty may be gained from Clan Tanaida" he said giving his sister a single silent instruction; the girl offering a small bow before leaving to go in search of the Clan Tanaida delegates.
Once the steward had arrived with parchment and ink Drael wrote a pair of messages in flowing script; the message to the hunters markedly longer and more detailed than the other "for your couriers Mother, I...trust their will be no need to examine the contents of these messages?" he asked casually enough, however the tone of his voice made it clear what he truly meant.
With the crisis dealt with as best as he could for the moment he turned his attention as to its cause "I promise you I do not know...the ground quakes in Dramor but never has it burst into flame...I have heard tales of individuals possessing...abilities...pertaining to fire, is it not possible that one of these could be to blame?"