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Andrion Wilgor 22/22
A voice woke him from his sleep. A voice he did not recognize. He had not realised that he had fallen to sleep this close to the camp of a group. He surveyed them through the trees and did not recognize any of them. He was just about to drift back to sleep, when the conversation between the four took an interesting twist.
"...for a particularly wicked were-tiger got after me in the castle of Lesismoore, a few hours ago I think...but then Morgie here came to my rescue and we escaped by way of some dimensional gate he was able to pull out of his bag of tricks..."
Andrion immediately tried contacting the mage, but strangely he got no reply. An echoing emptyness was all he got as a reply. He tried again, and still got no reply. Again and again he sent the mental message towards the mage, but still he heard nothing from his master. Could it be some magic one of the group had cast on the area?
Andrion flapped his wings and took off from the branch flying a few hundred meters away from the campsite. He contacted the mage, but still got no reply. Had something happened to his master? Andrion had only gotten two hours of sleep, but he needed to press his body again.
He turned towards the far away Shadow Tower and set out, intent on informing his master of Larry's whereabouts. His loyalty to the Mage had only been fortified by the fact that the mage was possibly the only one, who could give him a new body.
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