Graguth
A little surprised by their awe, but overall pleased,
"I thank you for your choice. I am sure the Council will be just as pleased. now starting to stand and move from the twins,
"he lives to the northeast of you. In the Watchlight forest, but I would suggest waiting till that storm passes." he finished with a flick of his tail towards the the west. A wall of gray had started to move this way.
"for now I must head for the Council, I ask you to stay safe." with a few powerful flaps he was in the air, heading towards the Sundered Peaks.
His mission had been a complete success. Overjoyed he flew home as quickly as he could. Graguth looked forward to relaxing, and spending some time with his fellows. Passing through the edge of the Hunted Sands, the whispers of its long dead scratched softly against his mind. He did not enjoy the fact that something this evil could be so close to his home, but there was nothing he could do. With orders to do nothing towards the actions of Ro, all he could do is to continue to hurry home.
As he reached the Peaks he began to see a small dark blur moving up a path to the highest peak, were the Elders held their meetings. Following it were three silver blurs. Upon reaching a closer point Graguth mad out the forms of the three jopes, Man and Dwarf kings and Elf Queen, fallowing what seemed to be an undead. Landing on the large path before the group,
"May I ask why we're letting an undead to see the Elders?" his voice was unaggressive and calm, and his gaze was steady but suspicious.
The voice of Besimious answered through the small corpse before the three could,
"I have business with your Council. I suggest you move from my path."Drumagth
With a bow of his head,
"I thank you, and if you are willing, when the time comes will I will make sure that you are repaid." standing with a yawn,
"things are about to get interesting my friend, and I hope we come out on top. I will see you later my friend, and I hope you and Smaug can get along." he laughed then turned to his fallowers. Looking them over before flapping his wings and continuing east. The group fallowing on his tail.
Passing through the rest of Balerion's lands the group was quiet. As the Ghost Tower came upon the horizon, Drumagth looked back to see his followers reaction. Bigray uncaring and Gramonlon unmoved, only Dirath held a deep interested in his face as they approach the tower. This was the first time bringing moat of them here, but was unsurprised by their reactions. He knew his followers well enough.
Only Dirath looked at all troubles by the voices as they landed. Shooting a mental image to his father, Bigray dragged Bezya's corpse in front of him. Waiting for a moment,
"Ro of the east, I have brought you a gift and ask for your time. I understand it's been some time since we've had a meeting." the group sat there, waiting for a reply.
