Adalon sighed. He was going to get trained. He was not sure he wanted that but after all that had happened he was still going to be going. Either that or he was going to experience another culture. One thick with warriors. He sighed wondering why he got picked for it. It made little sense. What made even less sense was how Shadowstone was acting. He was alternately proud and cranky. Most likely about his son Blue Warrior slinking off in the middle of the night. Worse he left his gear behind. A sign he was moving on to another clan. And leaving his birthclan. Though even an idiot could tell why. Blue Warrior had felt that he was stuck in his father's shadow. Yet not able to exceed it. Adalon sighed wondering when Shadowstone was going to give him an order to keep an ear out for knowledge on his son. Without actually saying it of course. Culture exchange Adalon's scaly tail. What had Draca been thinking? Yet some of their number had gotten lessons from this clan... one with proven warriors. Even if they were plague natured as a rule. Complete with obligatory sacrifices to the point that Fae dragons were banned from the program... something about them most likely not enjoying the experience

upon his arrival one thing he noticed was that this clan was huge. The lair area itself was a mass of stone structure of intricate detail. He wasn't really sure how he was going to find blue in all this. He was led to a small den that traveling dragons used to stay in during their visits here. It was kept spotless to be ready for the next visitor that needed it. After settling in he wandered around a bit, to learn more about this clan. As he rounded the corner of one of the buildings, there was Blue. Ducking back around the corner he watched him for a moment . He was in in the company of three imperial males one, which was yellow and spotted like a leopard was making odd gestures with his front paws as he sat on his haunches. Blue and the other two imperials made gestures back but they were different than the yellow male's. what were they doing? "Hey" someone said behind him which startled him a little. When he turned around a white and blue wildclaw smiled at him lightly "Whatchya looking at?" Peeking around the corner he laughed softly "Oh, that's how he talks to us and we talk back, he can't hear. My name is Zexus by the way, you ready to to do some training?"

The training was exhausting, his body ached in places he didn't know existed. He napped for a while but as the daylight fled from the sickened landscape Adalon was awoken by shouting. it was somewhat distant but enough to shake him from his sleep. Curious by the sounds he followed the voices to the edge of the Wyrnwound pool.firelight illuminated the pool with a hellish glow Up on a stone platform over a dozen little faes stood. Each one was adored in a mask made in the likeness of the Plaguebringer. Flowers from this region were made into leis that now graced their slender necks. "We have taken what was weak and feeble, and gave it strength from battle ,Now we give that strength back to you, to serve you unconditionally" someone shouted The membranes to the faes wings now were shredded to make flight impossible. Adolon was unsure of what horrible thing was happening here. Zexus, the wildclaw he met before and another Male grabbed the first fae by its tiny arms and tossed it into the caustic pool. Cheers rose from the crowd as the tiny dragon vanished into the vile soup.