Part (1)
"They
have finally arrived sire," Mangras said to the lord of
Tir-Na-Nog.
"I know, they've been threatening to come about
for a while now, I guess they finally decided to make good on their
promise," as lord Jarack faced the window of his stately manor
he added, "make sure Caron and Kuronoa are in this team, they
are our best fighters we have to date."
"But sire,
didn't Caron and Kuronoa quit the squads and move out of the town
limits?" Mangras replied.
Jarack turned to his well used
armor and Claymore, "Yes, they did, but both of them would love
to have a chance to revenge the death of their teacher, make sure
they are at least allowed a chance to rejoin, even if it's only
temporary."
"Yes my lord, I'll make sure it gets done,"
as Mangras turned to exit he added, "even if they are
traitors."
"They are not traitors, not by a long shot,"
Jarack replied sternly, "just because Caron and Kuronoa can hold
their own in a fight against even the strongest of the Formors
doesn't mean that they are traitors."
Mangras mumbled
something about a birthright, and then stalked out of the main hall
to the stables to get his horse and assemble a small group to
accompany him to the home of Caron.