A new day for Mysthaven.

[Stoic Soul]

MobiusDarkS: It was a dark evening when the construction efforts were finally complete. The last stone was laid, the last piece of reed laid, the last ounce of water poured. The laborers, stonemasons, carpenters, even the villagers were-
MobiusDarkS: shaking hands, celebrating the finished work. Two months they were at work, day and night, ever aware of the threats which the kingdom faced. While the knights and guardsmen secured the perimeter as they worked. Within the Keep,-
MobiusDarkS: Anduin was hosting a feast for the laborers and all those who had worked on the town. Numerous long tables had been set up, with seats to accomadate everyone. The staff was hard at work, serving the food to those present. When all-
MobiusDarkS: had food and drink before them, Anduin Lothar, Baron of Mysthaven, held a glass of wine in the air as he spoke, " To all those who are present, I wish to convey my thanks and gratitude. For you have toiled on a great labor, to-
MobiusDarkS: rebuild this town and provide it with the proper defenses to keep it safe from those which have attacked it time and time again. This town will now be safe, for the people here can be happy, live long and fruitful lives. To-
MobiusDarkS: the Kingdom of GoldenMyst, and all those who reside within it." Those gathered raised their glasses and cheered, then got to the prepared meals, while Anduin went outside, watching the villagers as they went to their new homes, -
MobiusDarkS: knowing that tomorrow will be the start of a new beginning for Mysthaven. (d)

[Drako Lathen]

"A baron, eh? Not bad for a member of the royal guard..." He spoke in a soft tone from Anduin's left side. Footfalls could be heard getting closer, though all that could be seen was a shadowed silhouette. As he came closer to the torchlight, Anduin would see that his old friend had finally returned.

The light shone on the face of a handsome 28 year old Drako Lathen. His blonde hair was still to his shoulders. He wore his travelling gear: a black studded leather chest piece, lined with silver, and a matching set of breeches. His trademark twin swords, "Night and Day" were sheathed over his shoulders. He smirked and looked upon his friend who had obviously changed a bit over the years. "Tis good to see you, old friend." He held out his hands, waiting for a warrior's embrace