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They were in sight of the Capital within a few hours. Alquas had indeed slowed enough to let Razzia and Dion stay in sight. It was overall a pleasant day. A few clouds and light breeze. Decently warm sun beating on their heads. However as they got closer to Carvahall Nairandi could see something in the distance. It seemed a storm was blowing in from the see. That could be bad for the people or Teirm, but once it got to the Spine it would have died down enough not to be a problem. The Rider flew on toward the city.

He landed at the Dragon Hold. A very tall and very wide tower on the castle. The rulers had always been close to the Riders. They were in the center of a perfectly cylindrical pit on the tower. The walls were immense and had several holes carved for the dragons to stay in. There was a spiral staircase in the center for people to travel up and down. Nairandi dismounted and waited for Dion.

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Nairandi held his breath as Dion jumped from Razzia. The imbecile pulled these stunts far too often. Yes, he could indeed be healed if he hurt himself. He had taught him to do so on his own, with obvious reason, but the old elf still couldn't help but worry about his student. He released his breath and rolled his eyes as the younger Rider made it safely to the tower. "You know, most all elves are skilled with magic, but I don't believe even I could stop myself from going into cardiac arrest." came his slightly sarcastic comment. He was going to disregard the stunt for the most part. He understood the child.

"After you grab your book and anything you wish to eat then investigate the city until nightfall. Tomorrow we head to the Spine." They would place themselves among the people and use their minds to search for ill intent. Nairandi would see that Dion was in his quarters before going out again later that night. Dion was fully capable of handling himself, but sometimes Nairandi just needed to do things on his own. Nostalgia and all that. "I'll be doing the same. Taverns and inns would probably be best, but don't be afraid to search someone you think is extremely suspicious regardless. Any unrelated crime should be noted and then turned to others to handle. We don't have expanses of time."

With those words and a smile he departed down the staircase, through the halls, and to his designated room. Most Riders on the council had them, as well as dwarven and elven officials and some other Riders. There he had a servant bring him a fresh meal of primarily fruit with a large salad. After his meal he finally went to the streets of Carvahall.

As Dion walked down the street from the dragonhold he swerved through several alleys to make sure no one was following him. "Now that was a good workout" muttered Dion as he looked back at the tower. "I miss grandmother Rhunon" thought dion to himself as he walked past a blacksmith. She had always told him to not become like all the other elves. "Dont be so concerned with manners that you cant live like you want to Dion".those were the words his grtandmother had whispered into his ear on her death bed and those were the words Dion always rememered. as he walked into a bar he walked up to the bartender and asked for a table. "theres only one table left and its in that corner over there" he said pointing to a table at the back of the room. Dion nodded and walked to the table and waited for the bartender's assistant to ask him for a drink."il have whats cheap and strong" he said and watched as a group of men drank and laughed as if there wasnt a care in the world.