Valerik reclined back in his chair, deep in thought, hoping that his new alliance would arrive to his meeting proposal. He had offered a day were the three could relax and perhaps discuss the events to come. He was relaxed, not worried. His dragon was outside of the building, sleeping on the roof, out of harms way, and a distance were he wouldn't attract attention.

The setting was relaxed, peaceful. Dim lights shone in the night time, reflecting off the light, earth toned walls. On the right side was a flight of stairs, leading up to the inn part of the Wilwarin. In the center was about fifteen tables, all but two empty. One contained the vampire, the other a group of three pudgy business men, laughing in a druken haze.


On the left side was a counter, behind it was the bartender. One barmaid wandered around, constantly refilling their drinks. Valerik quietly sipped his red wine, which reminded him so much of blood. One of the business men clapped his dizzy friend on the back, accidently shoving him face first into some glasses. He roared in pain, and landed a punch directly into his friends face. In no time, bar brawl broke out.

Immeadiatly, Valerik drew his longsword, pointing it at the charging drunk. He the drunk swerved and collided with the table. The two other drunks suspended their fight and attacked Valerik. One lunged with a bottle. The vampire grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back, and the kicked him up against the wall. He turned around to face the final drunk, only to see the barmaid hit him upon the head with a tray. Valerik gave her thanks, and returned to his seat to resume sipping his wine.

Valerik finished his drink, putting the empty glasss on the table. The women came up, picked up the glass, and asked him if he would like anything else. Valerik had came here an hour early than the time his invitation asked, sipping the one glass of wine. It was now midnight, and his friends would arrive soon.

He turned and smiled at the barmaid "Yes, my friends will be arriving soon!" he shouted in celebration of their newborn alliance, "Give me your finest wine! We are celebrating!" he roared, readying himself for a night of fun.

As Saeborn was walking around lomedor square looking for the pub. Saeborn was not very familiar with the town of lomedor but he walked up to one of the people walking around and Saeborn said to them "Do you know where the pub and inn is?" in a kind voice. When he finally got a response from the person she said "Up two houses and take a left and you should see it up on the right". As Saeborn told her thank you he found the pub and walked up the wooden stairs that creaked as he walked inside.

When Saeborn walked into the pub he saw a familiar face. There sitting at the counter was Valerik sipping his wine. As Saeborn walked over to Valerik he sat down and said to him "Hello Valerik how are you doing?".
As the bar tender came closer and asked what Saeborn wanted he said "A glass of your finest ale please. As she walked away to get the drink Saeborn looked towards Valerik and waited for a reply. When it looked like Valerik was about to reply the bartender slammed a giant mug of ale at the front of him. She told him to enjoy and walked away. Waiting for Vencrest to arrive Saeborn sat at the table and looked at his scar on his hand and let out a huge sigh.

Vencrest flew above the plains, the image of Lomedor forming in the distance. Using his knee's he guided Zekbel down to the ground below. They landed with a thud, and Vencrest motioned for him to stay there. "Be there when I come back, so in about an hour or so." Zekbel seemed to nod in approvment, an took off, heading towards the forest beyond. Vencrest approached the gates, and headed inside, in search of the bar Valerik had specified were they would meet.

It didn't take him long to find the pub, and he entered. He was familiar with the pubs of Lomedor, and visited frequently. He entered, and approached the two men he knew so well. He stepped past them, and went to the barmaiden. She seemed slightly afraid of him. "Hello," he said with a cool voice ", I would like a glass of your strongest achol." She let out a petite gasp. "That would be a glass of Vimirian Cordial," she said ", It is extermly strong, one glass can intoxicate a normal.

Vencrest sat at the table, and the women approached with a glass of purple looking substance. "The bottle, please," he said. The lady brought the bottle quickly. "Please remove these other drinks, and bring glasses for my two friends," he said. She brought the glasses, and Vencrest filled them and said ", My friends, let us conduct our planning here...."

Valerik allowed his wine to be swept away by the barmaid, thanking her as she passed. Vencrest filled the trio's glasses with the Virmian Cordial. The red liquid foamed and sizzled, a small alchohalic oder permeating from the drink. Valerik brought it to his face, wafting the smell towards his face.

His eyes began to water at the strength of the pungent odor. He turned to the side and coughed slightly, and then regained his composure. He grabbed the glass and raised it in the air, "let us plan!" he shouted, then whispered, "our conquest of Arda!"

He took his glass and gulped down half the liquid, nearly regurgitating at the strength of the ale. He swallowed, followed by dizziness, but then began to resume small sips, with renewed strength.

Happy to see that Vencrest had arrived Saeborn offered to ordered him a drink. As the barmaid came to the table where we were sitting she asked Vencrest for a drink. When Vencrest took a drink Saeborn asked him where Zakbel was. Looking at Valerik Saeborn said to him how many glasses of wine do you need? As Saeborn chuckled he took another drink of his ale.

Valerik listened to Saeborn trying to make conversations with Vencrest. He ignored them, swigging his drink, thinking about things. He finally turned and faced Saeborn, asking "Where is Kira?" he asked, repeating the question Saeborn had just asked Vencrest. "I left Akor on the roof," he told him, in case Saeborn asked him the same question.

Vencrest looked at the two, both not used to the strong drink that he was. He took another swig, his vision only now to get blurry. "I left Zekbel outside the town gates," he said, pointing behind him as a reference. He looked around, and went to the bartender, and got a room, and fell asleep.

As Vencrest got up from his seat and got a room Saeborn said to Valerik that he had left Kira in his room. As Saeborn was going to go into his room he decded to stay and just try some wine. As the bar tender came closer Saeborn ordered a glass of wine.

Valerik asked for a glass of wine from the bartender as well. The barmaid nodded, and soon returned back to there table with a glass of blood red wine. Valerik lifted it and sipped it slowly. "So, Saeborn," he said, "Hows your dragon faring? Well, I hope, " he asked him, sipping his wine yet again.

She is doing well but she is struggleing with the breath weapon part. Althought she is getting good at the flying part of it though. As he sips his wine he sits it down on the marbled counter tops. As Saeborn looked at Valerik he asked him and how is yours doing?

"That is great! Saeborn, your dragon is very impressive, considering his race," Valerik told him, proud of Kira. "Akor is doing great. His breath weapon is okay, but he is getting very good at flying and his agility is very strong. I think that the DragonForce will be very strong," Valerik said, happy with the new alliance.

I believe that we will do very well in an alliance Saeborn Said. Wondering why Valerik was not showing any signs of being drunk after alll of thoes glasses of wine Saeborn was starting to get very tired. As Saeborn looked at valerik he said to him "I am going to go to bed I believe. WHat about you?

Valerik gave his good nights and agily jumped up on the roof and retrieved his dragon. Then, pouncing off, he rented a room, sneaking Akor in through the window. He slept the night softly, slightly drunk, dreams of conquering Arda whizzing through his head. His trio was powerful, and they would rule,

As Valerik left Saeborn walked up to the bartender and went to his bed room that he had recived a few moments ago and snuck up the creeky wooden stairs and went to sleep in the bed with the warm blankets. All of the sudden Kira ran and slammed right next to him on the bed and all he heard after that was snoreing.