Arms still folded, Draven smirked at the man in the center of the blue aura.
"Dear, now. A bit harsh, aren't we? Yes, I'm Draven. Who might you be and what business do you have here? Make it quick, for I'm rather busy right now..."
Draven sighed inwardly. Though somewhat amusing when he had nothing better to do, the amount of people trying to kill him in the past few days was starting to become annoying...
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Iduran handed his sheathed blade to Duilin.
"Listen... I have no idea how to release this blade's power... or even if it exists... I thought the wizard we met awhile back might have known something, but apparently not... There's only one more I can think of to consult..."
He sighed, as if trying to decide whether what he was saying was a good idea or not. After a long pause,
"As you may have noticed, there's a mountain in the center of this island. Climb any tree and you will see it. Deep inside sleeps... a fire dragon... he's an intelligent creature, I know, and he's lived for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years. If there's anyone who would know about the enchantment of a blade, it would be him...
"But you must know... he's not exactly friendly... When I was I child, he awoke and destroyed much of the southern half of this island... Still, he must be asked about this blade... Can you do it? I would go if I had the strength, but it is a two days' journey from here..."
At that moment, another soldier burst into the cave room.
"The Dark soldiers are everywhere! They've redoubled their efforts! Also, I can see smoke rising from nearby villages..."