"This is not right. Where is the peace? Why do they even exist? Everything was done by the plan. What went wrong?" On horseback a few miles away was an old man ornately dressed in silver and gold. A gold mask hiding most of his face. "How did this happen?" Seth Covull was watching the scene of the Destrian Shadows leaving the ruined city, heading south. Seth spurred his horse onward heading north. He would rather not challenge them as they would likely overpower him.
He continued riding at a quick pace heading to a large mansion on the outskirts of Negliv, the Drosin capital. As he came close he dismounted and walked up to the door and knocked. A young servant answered, asking what he wanted. "Yes, would you tell Richand I would like to speak with him. Tell him its an old person from his past. He might remember me from that." The servant left to tell Richand while Seth waited at the door, hoping Richand would meet with him. After all, they weren't exactly friends to begin with.