08-14-2010, 04:06 PM
Milan's sight was blurry, he looked at F'Nera squinting his eyes trying to look at her better "Lady F'Nera?" He said, recognizing her voice even if not her form, "I bring news of urgency from the city of Summerfield... a High demon, along with a pack of countless lesser ones, they are attacking...!" he said while coughing some blood which dripped from the sides of his lips. "We must send help and I figured that since the ritual's island was going to still be full... I... please... I don't have much time, you must... ugh!" he cringed with a final gasp as he drew his last breath, and Milan collapsed in the red dragoness' grasp.
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