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"Numair, we have tauros' on our hands again…" Jon said to a Numair who was playing around with the food on his plate.

"Yes Jon." He replied listlessly, getting up and taking Daine's shoulder.

"where?" Daine asked.

"North of Tortall. Near the ocean." He replied.

Both of then sighed and left.

Alanna looked at Jon. "They've never been the same after Kirelli you know."

"yes I know." He replied sighing. "we really can't do anything. We've been trying for the past 12 years. We still can't find her…" he said.

Thayet put the fork down. She wasn't in the mood to eat. "I can't even imagine the pain…"

It was pretty gloomy…

Ok, I hate myself for this chapter, but the temperature here is boiling, it's wet and hot, and hazy, bloody Indonesian Forest fires… everyone's feeling listless and miserable. I can't even think right. It was just meant to give a little background info. Go figure. Please review and kill me before the weather does…