Okay, it is me again! Bow in fear... Muhahahahahhaha sorry, the other personality thing kicking it. ANYWAY

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Blending in with the shadows, a dark robed figure walked in a fast and steady pace; down the white halls of the Tower of High Sorcery. His head held high, but not paying any attention to the passer by's nor to the ones of his class of black robes, who gave a courtesy bow. He had been summoned with great urgency by Par-Salian. Finally coming to a halt in the front of a pair of large doors, he paused for a moment, allowing his almond shaped brown eyes to glance around his surroundings before giving a swift knock.

"Enter Dalamar." A deep voice said softly. Dalamar waited a second more, wondering what could have possibly been so important that he had to be interrupted. Finally pulling his thoughts together, he entered.

The room was plain. White walls, a cozy fire that seemed welcoming after his journey. A wooden desk, and behind that desk, stood a man in white robes, glancing out the window at the falling rain.

"Par-Salian." Dalamar bowed as he greeted the elder man.

"Dalamar…" Par-Salian began without turning around to offer the same bow to greet his guest. He spoke with a heavy heart. A voice filled with sorrow and worry. "We have encountered a lot during our acquaintance, have we not?" This simple question caught Dalamar off guard. He simply stared at Par-Salian. His thoughts running about in his mind, yet he chose to speak none of them. His thoughts were not Par-Salian's concern. Well, they weren't as of yet.

Hearing that the dark elf was not to answer, Par-Salian sighed and turned to him. His keen eyes laid upon the black robed figure. The elf remained cool and collected, or that is what his seemed to be anyway.

"Sit my old friend, I must speak to you of the happenings around Krynn. The dreams of the clerics and the warnings that the Revered Daughter, Crysania has came to me." Dalamar found a large and comfortable chair to sit in by the fire, walking pass the ones that were in front of the desk where Par-Salian was standing. He welcomed the comfort of the fire.

"Indeed?" He asked in a sharp voice. "What warnings then Par-Salian?"

"Takhsis…" Par-Salian began but only paused when Dalamar came to stand and stared at the elder man with curiosity.

"You have my attention, proceed." Dalamar said softly. Par-Salian walked towards his guest and took a seat that the opposite of Dalamar. Feeling that this was something he had to sit down in order to hear, Dalamar followed his example.

Par-Salian told the story that was told to him by the Revered Daughter, then gave detail to Dalamar about the experiences of the clerics that resided in the surrounding area of the tower.

After the story was told, Par-Salian awaited a response from Dalamar, but only received the opposite of what he had intended from the elf. Dalamar Nightson began to laugh. Softly at first, but then it welled up loud laughing. Par-Salian grew angry at this.

"Dare you mock the dark queen? Dare you laugh at this after you had felt her wrath? After what you have witnessed with your… your Shalafi?" Par-Salian asked with little amusement. Dalamar calmed himself down.

"No no! My dear friend, you have misread my glee. It is not because of the stories. For I have probable cause to believe that they are true, but to what extent, I cannot honestly say. I laugh not at the situation, but at the irony. The one who was to damn us all seems not to be done with us. For he, the late master of Past and Present, Raistlin Majere, has left his legacy. His blood, and it is here to allow revenge to bestow upon us all. That is the irony to what, I have no other feeling other than laughter. Not to say that this is in my favor, for it is not. But this only proves that the dead will never just lie in the dirt beds you make them." Par-Salian sat back into his chair, pulling his white robes more tightly around his body.

"I cannot imagine what the queen would want this girl. I have heard reports from Master Theobold on this young girls talents. But if she is anything like her father, then this arrangement could fall into a deadly category."

Thinking back to his Shalafi, Dalamar brought his hand up to his chest. Feeling the moisture of his blood that was now soaking through his black robes. The wound that laid behind the soft black material was an eternal reminder of Raistlin, a punishment for spying that consisted of five imprints of finger that belonged to that late magus's golden hand, burned into his Elvin flesh. Damned to bleed for all eternity, a soul reminder of his betrayal. The one thing that caused him to hate his Shalafi about as much as he respected him.

Ignoring his bitter thoughts, he turned back to the balding man.

"You called for me, what is it that I can do to assist you?" Par-Salian smiled.

"Takhisis is already making her move. I need you to go to Solace. I need you to get Isabel, I need you to bring her here."

Dalamar stared at Par-Salian for a moment.

"What would you need with her? And why not send a message to her?"

"Because this isn't a situation where she actually has a choice. She must come here to me. And I need you to get her. Besides, Caramon would never allow her to come on her own."

"So you place me in the conflict?" Dalamar questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Par-Salian sighed.

"If it is not you who will do it, then I will get someone else. You of course, are under no obligation to do this. I just assumed that you would feel more comfortable to handle this situation…" Dalamar raised his hand.

"I will do what you bid. To do what I can to save her would surface as a payment to the betrayal I brought my Shalafi." Par-Salian nodded.

"Good, ask no more of the situation, for I do not know what I have to do yet. The conclave must meet on this." Dalamar looked on with more amusement.

"You choose to do without consulting them first? You would seem to get more careless with your old age, friend." Par-Salian opened his mouth to speak, but paused. He was no longer speaking to a living being, but to the empty chair. Par-Salian closed his eyes.

Not careless… He thought to himself. Just desperate to do something, anything. And little do you know old friend, you will play a big part in this as well.