"I'll be sure to give Dramora your best." The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. Omen Tailamont's mind immediately raced through several different possibilities. Was it a lie? It was possible- a name from the past thrown in his face to shake him. Was it truth? Also a possibility. With Mikael's return, Aedon would remember well the sordid, complicated past between the Hand of Terror and his Mistress of Virtue. If there were anyone aside from Aedon that he could think of he'd like to see in Yew less than Dramora, Omen could not currently think of them. The Hand of Treachery chewed on his lower lip in thought as he cantered away from Empathy Abbey. If Dramora had returned to Yew, he was at an impasse. Did he confront Mikael with the information and risk everything he had worked for going up in a puff of smoke, or, did he hold onto the information and attempt to deal with the problem himself? He spurred his horse towards Dread Keep. He would have to decide on the way. Whatever his decision, his day had just gotten much worse. Omen Tailamont The Hand of Treachery >H< ICQ: 22265202 "The only way to make good is to be bad."